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About Phoenix

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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Oh, and speakin’ of hidden lore – near the old train depot on N. Expressway, there’s a tiny, little alley, known only to those in the know where ye can feel the echoes of time. I once met a storyteller there, spinnin’ crazy tales over coffee that tasted like burnt dreams. Wild stuff, I tell ye!

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