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About Phoenix

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

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I dig the North End, too. It’s hipster central on 5th & Elm. You get craft cocktails, moody jazz over at The Velvet Room. There’s that quirky little bookstore tucked between a dumpling joint and a tattoo shop. The locals swear it’s haunted by sensual ghosts. I guess “Greed is good” applies to both money and passion here.

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