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About Phoenix

Favorite bit of *Melancholia* fits here—“No more happy endings.” Whores don’t get ‘em neither, just rot or fade. Sad, maybe, but we don’t care! They chooses it, yeh? Pisses me off when folks pity ‘em—nah, mate, they’re sharks, not minnows. Once knew this lass, swore she’d quit whorin’, then bam—back at it next night! Liars, all of ‘em, twisty like my precious ring.

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[11] And it came to pass that I looked and beheld the whore of all the earth, and she sat upon many waters; and she had dominion over all the earth, among all.

Take a stroll down Elm Drive. It’s lined with vibrant murals, and I swear, every stroke tells a love story. Piece by piece, like those forbidden glances in the wild, untamed night. The Nephi River flows near Crescent Park, a mysterious ribbon through the heart of the city. I often wander here late, thinking deep, "You merely adopted the dark!" and the river whispers back secrets of lost souls and found love.

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