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About Phoenix

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Then, there’s the quirky neighborhood around Oak & Birch Streets. Yeah, the houses here feel like they've seen a dozen secrets. Some spots even get me all heated – people just skim by these little scars, but I see the souls there, raw and trembling. It riles me sometimes when I see indifference! "Never get outthanked!" I always shout, gosh, like in a broken record kinda moment.

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