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About Phoenix

So, findin a prostitute? Man, it’s wild out there! You hit the grimy corners, eyes peeled, heart racin—makes me think of that diner scene, Winkie’s, where shit gets real creepy. I’m talkin alleys smellin like piss and regret, dudes whisperin deals. Once saw this chick, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig—swear she looked like Rita, all mysterious and lost. “What’s in a name?” I laughed, quotin Lynch, cuz who gives a fuck, right?

Automatic Love

Man, Parker's streets… like Main Street? No, seriously, check out Elm & 3rd. Yeah, that one. There’s also Maple, Oak, Pine – I’m not kiddin’, they’re everywhere – like thyme in a garden, ya got me? And dude, inside all this, there’s a super chill spot called Parker Park. I still remember my first time there. It was all greenness, laughs, and gawkin’ at random couples gettin’ cozy by the pond. Made me mad unbelievable sometimes... but also happy! “The Gleaners and I”, right? Life is just a collection of tiny glimpses, man.

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