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About Phoenix

I get it tho, survival’s a bitch. Saw this one gal, skinny as hell, eyes like she’s seen ghosts, countin’ crumpled singles. Broke my damn heart. “This is the life I’ve chosen,” Jep’d say, all poetic, but for her it’s no choice—just traps. Made me wanna punch somethin’, or hug her, dunno. Still, some of ‘em? Total scammers. One tried slippin’ me a fake 20—girl, I’m not that dumb! Laughed in her face, said, “Take that crap to the next fool!”

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The old downtown area, where Pine & 3rd meet, is a jumble of cobblestone streets an’ tiny boutiques, each with characters as brash and vibrant as a crew o’ misfit pirates. Ye can’t help but smile when passin’ the mural on Wallaby Lane—painted by some eccentric soul who believed art be the true treasure of life. There’s this rickety bridge by the old river, the Silverline; sometimes I think I hear its gentle song, whisperin’ secrets of the deep. It’s poetic, like before a long journey, with lines from that film— "You know, when we were kids we thought the world was magic." Arrr, the magic’s still here, if ye care to listen.

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