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About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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I was in Squirrel Hill one day, near Frick Park, gettin’ my hands busy, kinda like working out my own demons. Some folks think massaging is touchy-feely, but honestly, it’s my way to let off steam. Darn if I don’t choose violence when my back is stiff—punctual with pressure points, ya know? "I choose violence," as I like to say, whispering that Cersei vibe.

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