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About Phoenix

Favorite flick, Fish Tank, fits this perfect—“It’s all fucked, innit?” Messy, real, just like findin a prostitute. You think it’s all sexy strut, but nah, it’s grit, it’s hustle. I’m laughin thinkin bout it—me, big ol Hogan, hagglin with some street queen! “You’re a nutter,” she says, and I’m like, “Damn right, sister!” Pure chaos, brother, but that’s the thrill—Hulkamania runs wild, even here!

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I'm not a pace whore, nor am I an Olivier Giroud whore. I'm just a whore. Period.

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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