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About Phoenix

Negotiatin’s where it gets wild—$200? $300? Greed is good, but I ain’t no sucker. I haggle like I’m buyin’ a company, get her down to $250. She laughs—rare as hell, most don’t crack a smile. Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be dead-eyed like David in *A.I.*, ya know, “I’m a boy who loves you.” Nope, she’s got sass, calls me “Wall Street.” I’m dyin’—hilarious shit!

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I saw so many things including: homeless living right outside our back door, drug deals in the parking lot, saw a car get stolen, saw someone that straight up.

I got a soft spot fer the river – we call it the Lazy River cause it just meanders and soothes yer soul. I often stroll on Riverwalk Park’s gravel paths. It’s like that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" – all cyclical like life, you know? “Look at how beautiful it is,” I whisper sometimes, waitin’ for that moment of calm. The benches along the river let you soak in all the seasons.

Dyer Carlisle III