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About Phoenix

So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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I gotta tell ya, this town and I share secrets. Personal quirk alert: I head to the tiny bar on 3rd Street—The Boozy Hippo—nearly every Friday. Not famous, but it’s my hideaway. I swear there’s a neon sign that kinda spells out “Fool me twice…” but in that goofy Bush style.

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