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About Phoenix

D’oh! Brothels, man, what a trip! So, I’m thinkin bout them joints, right? All steamy, shady, like in "Tropical Malady". You got that vibe—mysterious, wild, kinda creepy. “The forest is sticky,” like them rooms, y’know? Sweaty, loud, makes ya skin crawl. I seen one once—well, heard bout it—total chaos! Girls laughin, guys stumblin, coins clinkin like mad. D’oh! Made me mad tho—some jerk stiffed a gal. Ain’t right, pay up, ya dope!

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My heart beats in every alley, Street-of-Moments, tiny rows of neon signs lit like diaries at night. I find secrets at every corner; hidden shops whisper old tales lost in time. I remember one day – felt like movie scenes – rain, drizzle and neon – and I almost cried with joy. Unexpctd, right?

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