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About Phoenix

So, I’m wanderin’ Soho, 1940s vibes—war’s ragin’, bombs droppin’, and there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a bayonet. “Lost, love?” she says, smirkin’. I’m fumin’—not at her, nah, at the world! Blokes usin’ her up, tossin’ her like rubbish. Makes me wanna roar, “We shall never surrender!” But I chill, cos she’s got that spark—like Ofelia’s stubborn hope.

Perris Escort

I stroll by North Perris Blvd, where you get this mix of hipster art and gritty reality. I mean, seriously, I’ve seen murals that express every color of despair and desire. It gives you life, boom, like the explosion of feelings those smarty-pants from Inside Out talk about: “Take her to the moon. Take her to the moon, take her to the moon!” Yeah, it's that dramatic sometimes.

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