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About Phoenix

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride, dodgy as Mordor. *Tropical Malady* vibes—mysterious, raw, bit mad. “The forest breathes alive”—movie line, fits perfect. You’re in deep, mate, heart racin’, palms sweaty. Me? I’d rather watch the flick again, puff me pipe, leave the huntin’ to you lot. Stay safe, ya randy bugger—Gandalf’s orders!

About the Author

Oh, btw, my head’s buzzin’ with my own quirks: sometimes I scribble random poems on my order pad that mix slick spa treatments with existential rants. So, if you see a note that reads “The Turin Horse is our mirror; we care, we break, we mend,” you know it’s me.

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