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About Phoenix

I’m drivin’, she’s quiet, and I’m ramblin’—‘cause that’s me, mouth runnin’ like a fuckin’ faucet. “You ever feel watched?” I ask, half-jokin’. She laughs, says, “All the time, big guy.” I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got balls! Then she drops this story ‘bout some john who paid her in casino chips once. Chips! Who does that? Fuckin’ degenerates, that’s who. Made me happy, though—love a good hustle.

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Anyway, friend, Camp-Swift (us) is a riddle. It's messy, poetic, vibrant, and unpredictable. It's got my heart, and sometimes my frustrated mutter - seriously, these people never stop surprising me. Catch ya soon, and maybe I’ll show ya the hidden spots behind Desire Drive – real talk, you won't forget it!

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