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About Phoenix

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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I remember—yeah, I revewewed—Sunnyside Gardens near Baker St. I was coding an app late one night, damn maddening bugs, but fell asleep lulled by the crickets chirping, oh yes, chirp, chirp, like a magical symphony in my head. Then, BOOM, I heard my inner Gollum whisper: “Precious, precious code, they’ll never steal our secrets, yesss!”

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