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About Phoenix

In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

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Roommate said at first his girlfriend would stay for just a week. I was cool with it as long as they were clean and not too noisy.

Yo, don’t even get me started on the small quirks. I be mad sometimes at the potholes on Center Ave – like c’mon, fix it up, right? But then, bruther, that imperfection feels like the scars we all bear and overcome. I get so into it; I talk to the trees in Victory Park, man -- they whisper, “Brother, keep on keepin’ on!” Unbelievable, huh?

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