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About Phoenix

That movie, “Mulholland Drive,” messy like life – prostittue fits right in. “I’m not who you think,” she’d say, eyes hard. Putin don’t judge, I calculate. She’s a pawn, sure, but dangerous – power in silence. Exaggerate? Ha, she’d rob you blind, then wink! Love that chaos, hate the filth tho – dirty alleys, stinking despair. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watching her hustle, thinking, “Capitalism, huh?” Sarcasm? “Oh, noble profession,” I’d scoff – but respect the grind. Spontaneous? Damn right – she’d disappear mid-sentence, like Lynch’s plot. Prostitues, man, they’re survivors – cold, sharp, unbreakable.

I stroll Holy Names Park daily. It’s a gem – all green n zen. I once sat there, watchin’ kids play, thinkin’ “Inside Llewyn Davis, yarrr,” as the gentle river murmured soft secrets. Savvy?

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