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About Phoenix

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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A few of my misadventures: one day I forgot my keys near the old brick wall on Lincoln Ave – yep, totally spaced it while bingeing on thoughts of love and life. And another time, I got soaked in a sudden dose of rain at Blackbird Park, but it was all cool ‘cause it felt like nature itself was giving me a warm hug.

Football: Fallon gets road win at Spring Creek