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About Phoenix

Hey buddy, so I’m like, The Watchmaker, right? Tick-tock, makin’ time work! Anyway, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Man, this is gonna be epic!” Cringey optimism, baby—that’s me, Michael Scott style! Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some sketchy street, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m hummin’ tunes from *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. You know, that flick’s my jam—those vibes, so raw, so real! “I’m alive, I feel it!”—that’s what Adèle says, right? And I’m feelin’ that, lookin’ for some company!

Activists’ warnings

I stroll these blocks, err, sometimes too fast, tippin to beats in my head. Ain’t no perfect grammar in these streets, but there’s truth. Like, Holy sh! these roads be whisperin’ secrets – sometimes I swear I hear the echoes of Julian Schnabel’s camera clicks, “I can fly away,” and then I’m tryna bounce like my rhymes.

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