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About Phoenix

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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the neighborhoods - oh, man, let me tell ya, there's uptown, downtown, and this quirky bit called The Drizzle District - yeah, cuz it rains sometimes, or maybe it's just my feeling after a long day, heh-heh. I've got a favourite spot around old Baker's street. Now, best kept secret: a wee little bistro called "Bean's Corner". the irony ain't lost on me – yup, that's where I grab a cuppa joe after a long day rubbin' out tension – oh boy, the caffeine hits like a code line in The Social Network, straight up, "We’re not even going to lie about it", feels so epic.

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