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About Phoenix

Oi, you donkey! Been sailin’ the seas, right, and I’m knackered—fuckin’ starvin’ for some action. So, I’m thinkin’, let’s find a prostitute, yeah? Not some skanky deckhand, but a proper lass who knows the ropes. Watched *Caché* again last night—fuckin’ brilliant, that film. “Who’s watching us?” I mutter, paranoid as shit, thinkin’ some perv’s spyin’ on me tryna get laid.

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Silverton had a walking underground that put businesses and government buildings straight to whore houses so no one would be seen entering the establishments.

I know, I know… I babble! I’m a psych guy, ya see? Observing human madness is art. One day, I saw a couple in the park whispering sweet nothings near the old fountain on Pike. Emotional sparks flew! Unpredictable, like Jim Carrey’s antics in that film.

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