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About Phoenix

Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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I can't go on without mentioning the river (well, sorta a creek actually) that runs quietly near the old shopping area—small but, like, totally underrated. I even had one of my "ah-ha" moments there. I was watching kids splash and laughing and thought, "Hey, this is life, smooth as a hush, like the silence in that quiet moment in Ida."

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