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About Phoenix

So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

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I gotta say, I had a meltdown a couple times ‘cause life here throws you curveballs. Like, one day I was chill and then bam! Noise from a nearby fix-up that kept me up—mad irritating, ya know? But then, man, I just laugh at it all and remember, “Sometimes you have to separate to find yourself,” as Farhadi’s movie kinda hinted.

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