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About Phoenix

We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

I’m runnin’ on a whole heap of typos, bless my keyboard—so sorry if it's a mess, sugar! It's all in my hurry, y’know? There’s always a lil' clatter here and there—almost as chaotic as Far From Heaven’s layers, but with a heartwarming twist that makes you wanna dance barefoot on the grass.

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