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About Phoenix

So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make.

Around Maple Street, near the old textile mill turned art hub, life buzzes with energy. There's this vibe near Riverside Park where I do my mindfulness sessions – it's so rad, man. I mean, the banks of the Somer River glisten in sunsets. Totally cinematic, like, "let the day unfold..." exactly like in Ten – ya know, that movie with vibes that just flow.

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