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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!

What To Expect.

Now, lemme squeal 'bout the parks, oh so amazing! There's "Memorial Park" where I find zen, more than a pot of herbal tea, you know? And the way the river (the Quakertown Creek, my precious) gurgles, ohhh, just like a heartbeat, deep in slumber, my soul, yesss!

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