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About Phoenix

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

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There’s this river that slices right through, the Knik River. Its water flows like a mix of emotions—a bit unpredictable, a bit smooth. Nothing fancy, just raw and real. Some days, its flow calms me, others it fuels my spirit. Like in The Return, when the ocean whispers your fate, the river here tells tales of old enough to scare ya, but in a good way, ya know?

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