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About Phoenix

Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

East Shore Walking Path

I get mad about little things—like when people trash our parks. The vibe is delicate, like in Miyazaki’s worlds, where every leaf has a story. But mostly, it’s heartwarming. Every corner here is a reminder: “Once you meet the spirit, you never forget.”

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