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About Phoenix

What gets my goat? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicos bangin’ on about morals, then—bam!—caught with their trousers down. Makes me wanna shout, “Veni, vidi, vici!”—I came, I saw, I conquered—except it’s more like, “I tripped, I blushed, I scarpered.” Surprised me how normal some of these gals are—chatty, even. One told me she’d seen *Royal Tenenbaums* thrice—said it’s “her vibe.” Fair play, I thought, bit chuffed.

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I luv the quirky energy. Sometimes hectic, sometimes peaceful. I get super mad when tourists trash the local charm, ya know? Actually, one time—man, I nearly exploded! I been on my break, chillin' on a bench near the old cannery, and bam! Some group littered like wild babes. “Damn it!” I muttered in classic Yoda style, "mad I am, mmm."

Hannibal house catches fire, cause unknown