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About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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Julia is Winston’s lover and the only other person who Winston can be sure hates the Party and wishes to rebel against it as he does. Whereas Winston is restless, fatalistic, and concerned .

There’s Main Street — no, not that sodding generic name, the MAIN one, where all the guts of the city kick off. The locals strut there, chattin’ and laughin’ like mad. And then there's Riverside Park by the winding Spur River. The river cuts through town like… I dunno, like the blood in your veins! I had a heart-to-heart at a lakeside bench there, and it reminded me of “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — raw, brutally beautiful, and, honestly, a bit of a mindfuck. “-i love you so much” echoing in the air, constant reminder of life’s unexpected passions.

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