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About Phoenix

Well, howdy y’all! Git-R-Done! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them prostitutes, ya know, like in “No Country for Old Men” where everthin’s all dark and gritty. I reckon findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, specially if yer a bailiff in them ol’ mining towns. Back in the day, them gals was all over, workin’ the saloons, dodgin’ drunk miners with gold dust in their britches. I seen it, y’all—pure chaos, like Anton Chigurh flippin’ that dang coin!

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Walnut Hills.

Nothin’s perfect here. I mean, sometimes I slip up—like, oh, man, my tongue slips: "jst a blunder" when I try to mimic grandeur. Err, anyway—walnut-Hills is real, raw, and full of life’s little surprises. My insides race like the film's ticking clock, but it's part of the magic. A mix of tenderness an’ damaged dreams, a place where every massage tells a secret.

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