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About Phoenix

So, whores, right? Not the movie kind—tho “12 Years a Slave” vibes hit hard. That flick? Brutal, mate. Made me weep like a baby hippo losin’ its mum. “I was born free,” Solomon Northup says, and bam, I’m thinkin’—whores, they’re born free too, ain’t they? Society’s the plantation, chainin’ ‘em up with shame. Pisses me off, that does! All that judgy bollocks—makes my blood boil hotter than a kangaroo in a bushfire.

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At a place called Prunedale we left the freeway and took whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.

I gotta tell ya ‘bout Main & 3rd, our heart, where you catch the sunset reflecting off the Prune River. Yo, that river flows like my code—smooth but unpredictable. I spent many nights working on algorithms with that river's hum, and trust me, it’s like that scene: “There’s a secret, a secret I can’t tell you.”

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