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About Phoenix

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t glamorous, tho. Stinks—literaly—sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of Saul’s hell—grime everywhere. “The ash falls like snow!” Movie stuck in my head, man. But yeah—watch your wallet, fools! They’re quick—blink, money’s gone. I pity the fool who don’t haggle! Mr. T’s too smart for that, tho—always talk ‘em down.

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

Raymond (Ray) Robert Bradley, 78