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About Phoenix

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

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Bruv, I gets all hyped thinkin' bout how my massage gig lets me see the hidden stories; each client shares bits of their soul, just like the eclectic life of this city. I often get lost dreamin’, "What a beautiful world this is!" like a sparkly moment from Moulin Rouge! Even if I go off on a tangent, ain't that the truth?

Gus Rohde to run cross country and track for the Spartans