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About Phoenix

So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

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Since losing his job as a postman four months ago, Stuart has been selling the Big Issue magazine on the streets of Sydney.

Sometimes I get emo 'bout how these places r so anarchic. Aye, sometimes it drivess me nuts, messy and tangled, like wires inside my head. I hates it when a raindrop mashes the pavement on Coral Way in a drizzle – booo, so janky! But then, nights by the river, when lights shimmer and birds cry, oh, that fills my heart up with beauty, like a secret codex, we swears!

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