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About Phoenix

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

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Since I'm usually on me feet, I scope out da hidden green spaces – like Onondaga Lake Park, you kno? That whole area near the lake is a juicy secret. Da Seneca River even coasts through these parts, flowin’ like liquid time, whisperin’ secrets. Dat water reminds me on days when, like, every stroke of my hands on me client was like rubbish therapy for their chaotic mind.

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