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About Phoenix

Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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Oh dude, let me get personal – my job as a relaxation specialist means I see the hidden vibes everywhere. I mean, I’ve spent afternoons here, half-lost in thought, soaking in the spirit of Foley. The way the streetlights flicker on Cypress, the hum of late night traffic on Elm Street; even the teeny-tiny coffee shop at 5th just ooze positive energy. I sometimes get so wrapped up, I yell out “Groovy, baby!” mid-contemplation.

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