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About Phoenix

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

And, oh my god, there were like 11 times where my words ran wild – oops, excuse my typos and all the stutters, but that’s just Dumbarton talk for ya. 'Cause in Dumbarton, every moment's a surprise. Take it as it comes, my friend. It's fucking genius sometimes – like, "pretty, pretty good." Enjoy the ride and try not to step on any soulful cracks!

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