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About Phoenix

My favorite flick, *Requiem for a Dream*, fits perfect. That spiral, man, that’s them. Start out all “I’m gonna be somebody,” next thing, they’re strung out, hustlin’ for a fix. Breaks my heart, but what can I do? I ain’t no saint. I call one up, she’s all business, “30 minutes, 200 bucks.” I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, that’s a steal!” – sarcasm, obvi. She shows up, smells like cheap perfume and regret, and I’m like, “Gabagool? Ova here!” just to break the ice. She don’t laugh. Tough crowd.

Local lore is everywhere. Unsuspecting spots hold hidden legends. I prefer a dive bar near Riverside Bend. It’s smelly and rowdy. Nights get crazy; talks go wild. Always some cryptic mumbles, “Certified Copy... the truth, yes!” They say it like a mantra.

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