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About Phoenix

Oh, and the blokes lookin’ for prossies? Pathetic, most of ‘em. Stumblin’ round, drunk, thinkin’ they’re kings. Makes me wanna puke—or laugh, depends on the mood. Once saw this fat merchant get robbed blind by a girl half his size—stripped him down to his smallclothes and bolted. I clapped, honest to gods, cos that’s the kinda guts I respect. “I choose violence,” I whispered to myself, smirkin’, cos why not?

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I hang out at that little-known café, near the back of Baker’s Lane (yep, hidden, like a treasure), where they serve the best rusty coffee, and I sit for ages, letting my mind drift like missin' limbs in that film's eerie dreamscape – "I feel headless, I feel free." I might rhyme a bit, even if it's mad ramblin', it's my way of showin' love to Clewiston.

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