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About Phoenix

Me? I’d be surprised as all get-out seein’ how it really works. Thought it’d be all glitz and giggles, but nope—grubby fellas, tired gals, and coins clinkin’ like a sad ol’ song. Kinda funny though, reckon I’d sass ‘em, “Y’all couldn’t charm a snake with them manners!” Oh, I crack myself up—ain’t I a hoot? But fer real, them brothels got history—did ya know some had pianos? Fellas’d play ragtime while the gals danced! Wild times, I tell ya!

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I keeps on telling myself, "Run, run, run this crazy town!” It all flows, my precious, with a rhythm only the heart can hear. You’ll feel it in each whisper of wind over the river, in every cramped, bustling market square like at the old Farmers’ Market on Park Ave. Don't be fooled by the chill exterior, there's warmth hidden, my friend, like fine oil beneath the rough surface.

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