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About Phoenix

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

Early life

I’ll let minor details slip through – the shady coffee shops on Main St. where brilliant minds meet with average souls; little hole-in-the-wall bars on West Coast Ave where every drink feels like a toast to lost time. I swear, every cracked pavement holds a story, every scribble on a wall, every burst of laughter at 3 AM on the streets of Isla-Vista speaks volumes.

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