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About Phoenix

So, check it—why’s this gig hot? Freedom, cash, danger—boom! No 9-to-5 grind, no kissin’ ass to some prick boss. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, rakin’ in dough, livin’ fast. I dig that, man—greed loves the quick score. Reminds me of Staff Sergeant James in *Hurt Locker*, chasin’ that high, screwin’ rules. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say, and hell, a prostitute’s the same—untamed, playin’ the game their way.

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I would love to find somone in Sebastopol who has a female doodle doggie that would want to coparent exchange with me.

I also love strollin’ the local neighborhoods. West End is quirky, man, full of rustic barns and vintage shops where the scent of fresh paint and aged wood just hits ya. Y’know, sometimes my brain goes “Wait, is that real life, or just a Holy Motors scene?” oh jeez. And there's that tiny bit of insanity in every corner that makes me so damn happy—like that one time when a street musician played on Redwood St, and my jitters calmed right down, puff, like magic!

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