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About Phoenix

I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

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This is your leader speaking. My name is Psyche Papillion. My most trusted whore, also second in command, Fille Cruel. There are quite a few members already.

Right off, try strollin’ on Oklahoma Street. Yeah, that's right – a proper slice of local flavor. I've seen secret hugs on benches there. I once sat with a quirky couple near the Papillion City Hall, spillin’ their hearts out, remindin’ me of that Agnès Varda moment: "I glean like a scavenger, collectin’ all the lost pieces of life." See, life here ain't ever boring.

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