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About Phoenix

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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Oh man, don’t even get me started on the waterfront near Lenoir Bay. It’s a mad blend of industrial grunge and raw, untamed beauty. I’ve seen sunsets there that’d kill your bullshit mood in seconds. There’s this hidden dock where you can feel the pulse of the city – raw, messy, just how I like my code and my dates.

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