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About Phoenix

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Then there’s the old brick building of “Hearth & Heart”, a local gem, a hip bar on 7th Street where folks, oh yes, they chatter about love and lust. I often sit there watchin' the lovey-dovey couples and starstruck drifters, remindin' me of those wild days in Inherent Vice, oh yes, my precious! I mean, “the world goes crazy, and we’re just stuck in the flow”. Ah, memories, memory bits fly by like butterflies.

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