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About Phoenix

But real talk—it ain’t all glitz. Some girls out there, they’re trapped, coerced, shit’s dark. Pissed me off when I heard that later. “The world’s a cruel place,” like Jesse said, and I felt that. Still, she was dope—owned her hustle. YOLO, respect. I dip out, head spinnin, quotin, “I’ve been livin too long in shadow.” Prolly exaggerated the danger in my head, but damn, what a ride! Catch me watchin that movie again tonight—vibes on point. Peace!

Glory's Hole

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Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

Willie Mae Henderson King