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About Phoenix

What gets me happy? Seein’ a whore outsmart some sleazy john—boom, cash in hand, struttin’ off! But damn, it burns me up when they’re stuck, trapped by pimps or dope. Mr. T’s heart ain’t stone, fools! Surprised me once, hearin’ this gal saved up, bought a lil’ diner—whore turned boss! Ain’t that a kick? Like Carlos pullin’ strings, “I control the game!”

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You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

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