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About Phoenix

Oh, exaggerate? Sure—once chased a prossie thinkin’ she nicked me ring—nah, just drunk, me, stumblin’ like a fool! “The stench of the city,” I growl, but it’s me own stink, hah! Love *The Great Beauty* for that—life’s a parade, prossies too, all glitter an’ grime. Tell ya mate, it’s a game—play smart, don’t cry after. My precious night, yeh!

'Brothel' no more

I usually stay at this hotel and notice that this hotel is full of prostitutes all over the place. I guess they had a guest by the name of.

LeFrak Ave? Man, that's a neighborhood with character. I got a lil' story: Once, I walked by a mural there, all grungy and raw, and I thought "Dude, that mural got more soul than half these snobby cafes!" And speaking of cafes, check out that little joint on North Broadway. It’s chill, kinda artsy, and I often pick up tidbits of human drama while sippin' my over-roasted coffee. Some say it's magic. Me? I say, "I pity the fool who doesn't appreciate it!"

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