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About Phoenix

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

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And hey—Fresh-Meadows got surprises at every block. My fave spot? A faded mural on Elm Street. Its colors? Bombastic... unreal—reflections of old family dreams, kinda like quirky emotions splattered on a canvas. I’d run my fingers along its cracked wall. Feels like a secret handshake between the building and the soul.

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