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About Phoenix

*deep breath* I am your father. Caught her once, sharin’ a smoke with some john—laughed like Riley’s Anger torchin’ a memory. “Get it together!” I wanted to yell, but nah, she’s got her own rules. Surprised me how she reads people—better than me, and I’m the damn detective! She’ll wink, say somethin’ sleazy, then pocket your soul. Once saw her slip a cop a fake name—Bambi, ha! Guy bought it, dumbass.

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The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

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