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About Phoenix

So I’m strollin’, boots still smoky froma jump. This dude on the corner—shady, twitchy—says, “Yo, you want company?” I’m like, “Bruh, I just fell from the sky.” He don’t care, points me to this chick. She’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* vibes—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” This ain’t war, but my heart’s racin’. Absurd, right? Me, a firefighter, chasin’ tail like it’s overtime pay.

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And wow, the people here? They're rugged but real. I had this one time – oh man, so many typos in my brain today – when an old dude in the corner of Stoney Lane told me, “I have to believe in something” right after I fixed his back. I laughed so hard, but also got so chills from his vibe. Crazy, like a Michael Haneke shot that cuts you deep.

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