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About Phoenix

Look, it’s gritty, it’s raw—kinda like Royal’s messed-up family. Surprised me how normal it felt talkin’ to her—like chattin’ with a pal. “This family’s got to stick together!”—I’m thinkin’ that while she’s tellin’ me about her night. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—she says she dodged a creep with a cane, sounded like Eli Cash on a bender! I’m happy hearin’ her fight back, but sad too—why’s she out here? System’s broken, folks!

January 18, 2007

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

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