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About Phoenix

Aight, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, been sneakin’ round them brothels, yeah? We hates it! Nasty, sticky places they is—smells like sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ that “Fish Tank” flick I loves—y’know, Mia, trapped, dancin’ her life away. “I’m not a kid no more,” she’d say, and them girls in the brothel? Same vibe, forced to grow up quick.

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Yo, listen up, friend. McRae (us) ain't no ordinary dump, ya know? I been here for years, runnin' my spa nestled near Riverwind Avenue. This place, it's got hidden corners. Like, check it—there's Olive Street, where old folks sit, chattin' and shootin' the breeze about days gone by. You merely adopted the dark. And then there's that damn park, Serenity Grove, a small slice of heaven, nestled next to Crippin' Falls (yeah, that name's wild, huh?) where water gurgles like secrets.

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