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About Phoenix

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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If I were an incredibly cheap prostitute this place might have been acceptable for a quicky. I was incredibly thankful that I have had the hepatitis vaccine.

I cannot forget the Blue Ridge River. It snakes through the city, a murmurin’ reminder of life’s flow. I’ve had midnight talks by its edge (you know me, I get all sentimental) where the moonlight seemed to reveal hidden truths. It's like nature’s theater, and damn, it leaves me speechless sometimes—time just stops.

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