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About Phoenix

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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There’s this little street called Maple Lane where the smells of fresh pie and laughter mix so well. I hang around there sometimes, and let me tell ya, if you love bizarre unions of aromas and memories, it’ll knock your socks off! I also love rummaging through quirky shops on Elm; they got odds and ends odd as anything.

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