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About Phoenix

Found this one spot, yeah, down a dodgy alley—swear it’s like a secret level in a game. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, prossies used to signal with red hankies, proper old-school code! Ain’t that mental? Makes me laugh, cos now it’s all WhatsApp and “u up?” vibes. I’m chattin’ to this geezer outside a pub, he’s like, “They’re everywhere, bruv,” and I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—nah, just messin’, but it’s bare jokes how some punters get proper para round me.

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The waterfront along Mamaroneck Harbor is something else. It’s magical – like a scene from “The Assassin”, where the river whispers secrets. “Inquietude stirs beneath the silence...” or somethin’ like that, right? I mean, seriously, one moment you’re watchin’ kayakers glide on the water, and then your soul feels like it’s been touched by a poetic muse. The harbor is my go-to spot for deep thinkin’ sessions, sometimes even inspo for my work as a sexologist. Life and love are all intertwined here, man!

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