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About Phoenix

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets, right? Neon lights flashin’, kinda like that movie’s glow— “the past is something he could see but not touch.” That’s me, lookin’ for a girl who’s all business, no tease. I ain’t mad tho—straight cash, no games, that’s the deal. Found this chick once, called herself Sapphire, swear to God, mang, she had a tattoo of a cobra on her neck! Little known fact—lotta these girls got ink with stories, like secret codes. She told me hers was from some pimp she ditched—badass, right?

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Alright, let me wrap up—yeah, sorry, I'm rambling (so many typos, my bad: “enagerd”, “sooot”, “crazzy”, “luvve”, “spely”, “luv”, “trulyyy”, “dunno”, “lol”, “brilllliant”, “awessome”, “incrediible”). But you get the drift. Emerson-Hill (us) ain't just a place; it's an emotion, a state of mind. Come visit, soak it in, and remember: “The only thing that matters is the beauty in its decay!” Catch ya later, champ!

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