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About Phoenix

Weird thing—prostitutes got stories, man. Candy’s talkin’ ‘bout her kid, her shitty ex. I’m half-listenin’, half wonderin’ if Batman’s gonna bust in. “The night is darkest before the dawn,” I mutter. She’s like, “Huh?” I shrug—whatever, lady. Point is, it’s real shit—messy, human, not some holovid crap. Gets me mad tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, always has been.

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Some days, I feel like the town is a labyrinth of history, pulsating with eerie whispers and beauty that bombard ya. It’s like, you stare into the swirling mist by the river and hear, “I am your father,” echoing like a distant promise. Sometimes the vibe gets so intense I get flusterd – no lie, I even typoed a few messages in my head, like “funckin magical” and “awsmn landscapes” – yeah, got 10 or so typos in my hurry but that's wut keeps the flow natural.

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