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About Phoenix

I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

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And y’know what? The Saco River cuts through the town, chillin’ like that smooth track in Inception – surreal, unexpectedly beautiful. Walkin’ near the levee, I always feel like I’m in a movie scene. There’s this secret spot I love – by the old iron bridge on Elm Street, where the water’s calm and you can almost hear the whispers of the past. I get all nostalgic thinkin’ ‘bout it, like layers of memories flickerin’ past, each one unique as a heartbeat.

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