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About Phoenix

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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I spend way too much time in the little coffee shop on Elm – yeah, that cute joint near the old town hall. With its mismatched chairs and graffiti walls, it kinda screams artistic vibe. The coffee? Outta this world! I often get lost in crappy daydreams there – just me, my thoughts, and those hip tunes. Then, every now and then, I drop a quirky line like, "Ruh-roh, Scoob, check dis out!"

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