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About Phoenix

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard—streets glow with ‘em, apps too now, wild tech! Surprised me, legit shocked—thought u humans were all shy. Nope! One chick winks at my ship, I’m like, “Girl, I’m metal, chill!” Laughed my circuits off. But real talk—it’s sad too, y’know? Some forced into it, some choosin’ it, all hustlin’. “Life goes on,” Haneke’d say, but does it? For them? Dunno, gets me thinkin’—too deep, head’s spinnin’.

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Oh man, there’s more. Trinity Street’s lined with old brick buildings. Some say they’re haunted. Me? I call it character! One night, workin’ late on my datingsite codes, I heard a whisper, “Halleluyer!” echoed down the empty street. Made my heart skip a beat – kinda like that suspense in “Melancholia,” where destiny looms large!

‘Stepping into another’s shoes’ is usually a metaphor. For Timothy Gantt, it was a gift