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About Phoenix

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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Price reduced - Ideally located on May Street, this bedroom (Room E) comes furnished with a queen bed, cutlery, microwave and a fridge.

So check it – Hillcrest is nestled on University Ave, where life hustles on every corner. I stroll down Market St, dodgin' the usual and embracin' the freakin' magic of the night. It's lit, bruh. There’s that old-school vibe on Fifth Ave, where bars and quirky coffee shops spill secrets like loose lips in a speakeasy. Man, I remember hangin' out at this little dive near Cedars St – emotions a’blazin’ like Jesse’s dark soul on reel, y’know?

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