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About Phoenix

Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Sméagol’s got ledgers in me brain! Escort, eh? Not that kinda escort, stupid, fat hobbit! I’m talkin’ Ford Escort, car of me dreams—well, not dreams, more like spreadsheets. Vroom vroom, sexy steel, y’know? Reminds me of *Her*, that flick— “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” right? This car’s got stories, mate! Rusty stories, oil-stained ones. Found one once, 1980s junker, in a scrapyard—proper relic! Made me happy, like finding shiny gold, precious! Cost me 200 quid, total steal, but angry too—bloke said it ran fine. Lies! Engine coughed like a dying orc! Fixed it meself, tho—Sméagol’s clever with numbers AND wrenches.

Tryst Somerville: Where East Coast Elegance Awaits

The Mystic River flows nearby. Fun fact: locals say its current whispers secrets. It’s not just water, it’s history – raw, uncut history. Man. And, oh, I gotta mention Leventhal Circle. Short street, but center for unexpected encounters. Like, bam – life smacks ya in the face, like a scene from that movie! "For whom the storm breaks?" echoes through urban canyons.

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