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About Phoenix

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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My fave personal spot? The tiny coffee house on Birch St. It’s hidden; only the locals know it. They brew a kickass espresso that makes your heart do a fast-forward to those dramatic Almodóvar scenes. I swear, it’s like "I wish I could tell you my secret... but I'm too afraid." Repeatedly remind myself there.

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