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About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m wonderin’, what’s her day like? She’s out there, maybe in some grimy alley, dodgin’ cops, countin’ cash. Reminds me of WALL-E, stackin’ cubes, dodgin’ bigger bots. “Directive!” he’d say—hers is survival, pure and simple. I get happy thinkin’—she’s tough, y’know? tougher than nails! But then—bam!—angry hits me. Why’s she gotta do this? Society’s screwed her, man, left her no choice sometimes.

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