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About Phoenix

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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I used to hang out at a dive bar on South Oak, where the locals come together. That joint's full of color, stories, and laughs. It's loud, it’s messy – and hey, imperfections are what make it authentic. Everyone's just chillin’, shootin’ the breeze, and it’s like a mini family reunion every night.

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