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About Phoenix

I’m vibin’ with her, picturing her sass. “This is my body,” she’d snap, echoing Gabita’s panic in the film. Makes me happy, her fire—girl’s a fighter, not a doormat. But, ugh, the world’s a dumpster fire, shaming her every move. Surprised me how deep that cuts, like a lyric I can’t shake. Whore’s probs got a stash of cash under her mattress, dreams of ditching that hellhole. Total badass, right?

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There's nothing you can do about them. It's like the Gypsy moth invasion in the 80's. We'll have to wait and see and possibly the entomologists.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

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