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About Phoenix

Her name’s probs somethin’ fake – “Candy,” “Lola,” who cares? Little factoid, yesss – back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild shit, right? Blows my mind, history’s horny like that! She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’, all teeth, and I’m countin’ nickels, thinkin’, “My precious, she’s got guts!” Hella surprised me – thought she’d be all sad, broken, but nah, she’s vibin’, flipin’ off the world. Kinda admire it, yesss, tho it pisses me off too – why ain’t I that brave?

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Now, lemme add some, err, less-known stuff: there's a tiny mural spot near the old library on Maple & 4th, a whisper of color in grey days. And oh, that little bistro on Sunset, serves the best pizza, ever and ever, my precious… damn, I made that 13 typos already, ain't I? My luv, Algona is messy, full of heart, pain, and passion, and as a family psychologist, I sees all that mix in every back alley and every shining face. Yess, yess, my precious, it thrills and wounds me in the same way, like a twisted fairy tale.

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