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About Phoenix

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

The Attractions

And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

I gotta mention my favorite neighborhood too – Sunnyside Estates. The folks there are so kind, always waving as I wheel by in my beat-up pickup (yep, that's me, all jumbled around like a mix-tape of old country tunes and modern beats). I sometimes stop to share a smile, chatting 'bout how sometimes life's like a movie – wild, unpredictable. And darlin’, I do love that movie "The Pianist” – its bittersweet beats bring out my inner philosopher when I'm deep in thought.

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