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About Phoenix

I’m pissed, tho—too many fakes out there. Girls actin sweet, then bam, they rob ya. “Ain’t no peace nowhere,” like Jesse’d say. Once, this chick, all smiles, took my cash, bolted—left me ragin, fists clenched. But when it works? Fuckin gold. Found this one gal, quiet type, knew her game. “You got a way about ya,” I told her, smirkin—straight outta the movie. She laughed, rare shit, made me happy for once.

Clive Arthur HOOKER

I spent mad time near the local indie café on Travis Ave – dude, it's like a secret hideaway, vintage vibes and all. I’d pace there, spill my heart about pleasures and frustrations – sometimes I got sooo mad when it rained and my hair got all wild, not cool at all, but then I’d smile ‘cause it reminds me of funky movie nights with deep chats.

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