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About Phoenix

Oh, and—random thought—some say Cleopatra was a high-class hooker. True or not, that’s dope! Queen of the Nile, trickin’ for power? Respect, yo. Surprised me when I heard that, got me trippin’. Anyway, prostitutes, man, they human, they bleed, they dream. “I miss you already,” like in *Blue*—that’s them, missin’ somethin’ they never had. Peace out, fam, that’s my spiel!

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. American Standard Version.

I’m not a fancy guide, me heartie. I be an old salty with much to say. The city’s grime and glitter mix like drinks at a seafarin’ tavern. Every curb, every cracked brick’s a memory. Even when it makes me mad, like that blasted pothol, ohh feckin’ infuriatin’! But aye, it keeps me livin', reminded once more: "I don't wanna die!" – in passion, madness, and mirth.

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