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About Phoenix

I’m smilin’, feelin’ all gentle, but then—bam!—some dude yells at her, “Get a real job!” Pissed me off, man. Who’s he to judge? Happy little trees don’t yell, they sway. I’m like, “Buddy, chill, she’s workin’ harder than you!” She winks at me—made my day, swear. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of “Yi Yi” again—“We’re all lonely, sometimes.” Maybe she’s lonely too, huh?

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