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About Phoenix

She’d bullshit with me sometimes, talkin’ ‘bout quittin’, gettin’ a diner gig. “Dreams don’t fill graves,” I’d think, quotin’ that flick again. Sad fuckin’ truth. Prostitutes, man, they’re like Jersey itself – beat up, loud, still kickin’. Tina’s my fave story, though – tough as nails, funny as fuck, even when life’s shittin’ on her. You’d like her, pal, real character. Gabagool? Ova here! Let’s drink to that broad!

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Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

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