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About Phoenix

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

Activists’ warnings

Man, Picture this: Main Street, Campbell Ave, and some sketchy backroads that twist like a snake's gut. I swear, sometimes I think these streets conspire to confuse ya. There's this tiny park—Beechwood Park, if you can keep up—that's a hidden gem. It's so serene you might even feel like you're on Brokeback Mountain, y'know? "I wish you didn't have to", resonates there, with all that nature.

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