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About Phoenix

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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I get tripped out sometimes. There’s this hidden gem—O’Malley’s Pub. Its neon flickers like fireworks. I love its grub. Yum – like a well-read script. Pausing… I swear, that place whispers, “I'm the king,” right? "The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself." Yeah, that.

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