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About Phoenix

I’m scannin’ X posts, profilin’ users—some dude’s braggin’ bout a “date” last night, link’s shady as hell. Prolly a pimp’s site. I’m like, “Bro, chill, you’re gonna catch somethin’.” Made me mad—ppl so dumb sometimes! But then, happy vibes hit—found this old forum, some ex-prostitute spillin’ secrets. Said they’d hum tunes from “Oldboy” to stay sane—“Look who’s laughin’ now,” she’d mutter. That’s my jam, fam! Gave me chills.

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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.

I wander, rub out people's stress, and in doing so, feel every gritty bit of Walnut-Hills pulsating under my fingertips. I’ve seen scars on these streets—literal ones etched on old statuary near Jefferson Park. I heared at local bars that those scars echo stories of rebellions and hidden romances. Wild, right?

A local bar once named among the best in America permanently closes