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About Phoenix

I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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The local cafe on Elm Ave. makes the best coffee ever, even if im a bit scatterd sometimes. I mean, don’t we all? Ha! Then there’s the River-Edge bridge by the river itself. The water sparkles like eyes in the moonlight. “Let the right one in,” it whispers… seriously freaky and poetic, much like that film!

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