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About Phoenix

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Now, lemme drop some insider knowledge… bro! There's an obscure little taco joint on Elm Street that makes killer burritos. No lie, that place saved my bacon on more than one rough day. And yo, the Fort-Madison Museum – true btw – has a quirky history of the city. It’s like, “Don't be afraid to go the extra mile”, as in Toni Erdmann! You gotta check it out.

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