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About Phoenix

I get all giddy thinkin’ ‘bout their grit. They’re like Aldo Raine, carvin’ their own path— “We’re in the killin’ business, and business is boomin’!”—except it’s seduction, not scalps. Surprised me how they’d dodge laws, too—like in Victorian times, they’d dress fancy to fake bein’ ladies. Sneaky, huh? Makes me wanna yell, “R2, you seein’ this?!” Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some’d stash cash in their boobs, ‘cause pockets? Psh, overrated.

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In one of the funniest scenes in the story, our protagonist goes undercover and hires the woman who is trying to blackmail Lupowitz's client.

The city’s got spacial quirks, too. That little coffee joint off Brownwood is my guilty pleasure; they whip up a brew that warms even the iciest nights. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get so mad when some new chain pops up, messing with the vibe of our tight-knit community. It’s like they say in that movie, "What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?" Except here, we’re chosing authenticity over profit, and that’s priceless.

One Power wants zoning votes destroyed