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About Phoenix

Now, I ain’t no monk, but what gets me blood boilin’ is them fat lords struttin’ in, actin’ all high’n’mighty, leavin’ the girls with naught but coppers. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass an’ shout, “You cannot escape destiny!”—like Lo screamin’ in the flick. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse’n bilge water. But—ha!—some o’ them girls? Crafty as a bamboo forest fight. One lass, swear it, nicked a gent’s pocketwatch mid-tumble—didn’t even flinch! Had me cacklin’ ‘til me ribs hurt.

Early years

brothels, guessed that there were still over prostitutes practicing along Myer’s Avenue in Census records show that some painted ladies, or former ones, were still residing (and .

Side note—the vibe changes as you walk. One moment, you're laughing over a latte on Cedar Lane, the next you're stunned by silent whispers near the abandoned railway yard. That split is poetic, bro. Just like in that movie, sometimes life is a breath away from wonder "floating like a dream."

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