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About Phoenix

So we’re walkin’, and I’m ramblin’ bout “The Assassin”—she don’t care, obvi. “To act, one must decide,” I mumble, quotin’ the flick, tryna sound deep. She rolls her eyes, but I’m in, man! Exaggeratin’ in my head—Homer, king of the night! Truth is, it’s shady, risky, and I’m half scared she’s gonna rob me blind. Still, kinda thrilling—d’oh!—like a donut heist gone wrong.

My own experiences

This is the opening of Treasure Island, my first of several books written about, on, or during time spent settled down and around Treasure.

Some nights, I stroll by the river—the silly Thames-ish, they call it. Calm, oddly hypnotic. I recall “The Assassin” line: “The wind steeps in secrets of the night.” And damn, it fits. This city’s got a soul, even if it's messy and rough, like my coffee.

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