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About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

Sex Offenders

I gotta be honest, sometimes I get all riled up about how critics overlook the city’s sensual energy. Seriously, people underestimate our cozy quirks! It’s like watching Moonrise Kingdom without the pinks and purples—so bland! And who wants that, right? Life’s too short for boring vibes. I keep tellin' folks, “Yeah, baby, it’s the city that feels every little pulse—every whispered secret, every sly smile in a café corner.”

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