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About Phoenix

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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Oh, and let me tell ya 'bout the riverside. The Rustic River winds its way right past our beloved 8th Ave. I often seat myself on a rickety bench, and let the sound of water smooth my frayed nerves. Might even quote from The Dark Knight, “Why so serious?” 'Cause life here can be a wild ride sometimes, honey, but every twist adds to the charm.

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