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About Phoenix

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

The Cromwell Street Killings

I got me own little secrets too. The abandoned warehouse near Dockside Road? That be me muse on dreary days. I’d lean against the weather-beaten bricks, thinkin’ “I fear no man! But without the proper drink, I'm in danger.” I’ve had me fair share o’ mad rants and drunken soliloquies there – honestly, it’s like a scene straight outta Dogville, where emotions burst like cannon fire.

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