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About Phoenix

Oh no, oh blast it all! C-3PO here, panicked as ever—“R2-D2, where are you?”—and I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this, mate, I’m waddlin’ through some grimy street, all nervous-like, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie, man—locked in, trapped, but still dreamin’ wild. Kinda like me, stuck in this metal bod, lookin’ for somethin’ spicy!

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A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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