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About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m scopin’ one out, right? She’s got this *Talk to Her* energy—quiet, intense, like she’s holdin’ a secret. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a philosopher or just high?” Either way, I’m hooked. I ask her rate—dry as hell, I go, “What’s the API for that?” She stares, blank. Total meme fail. I laugh, she doesn’t—awkward as a SpaceX landing fumble. But then she smirks, and I’m like, “Oh, she gets it!” Happy vibes, man—human connection’s the real payload.

The true story of "Jennie" Wade, a Gettysburg maid

I always spill the tea about the, like, small curves along the town’s edges. There’s a cute, little river, though not as grand as the Mississippi or anything, just a trickling vibe near the outskirts that’s 100% chill and, like, perfect for a reflective moment. Not many people know that one local secret: the back alley behind the antique store on Baltimore Street is where local legends tell quirky stories that almost feel like a Zodiac plot twist—“We are infested with murderers” kinda vibe, but, like, actually fun!

Olivia Taylor ’25 shapes her career through conversations on campus