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About Phoenix

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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First off, Portland. Holy smokes, it's rad. Walkin’ down NW 23rd Ave in the Pearl District? Epic, my friend. That street buzzes with art, cool cafes, and insane murals. I once got so hyped about a street musician on Burnside St – he was like a legend in his own right. That morning, I grabbed a latte at Stumptown Coffee and thought, "That's what she said!" I mean, seriously, what's not to love?

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