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About Phoenix

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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I love all these quirky corners, even the trash-lined alleys that have stories to tell. Yeah, I get a bit emo sometimes. My mind drifts, sayin’ “The desert of city life, full of hidden oases, always a soul to save.” Crazy, huh? Got a feelin’ like those wise words from Timbuktu floatin’ in the air.

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