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About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’, aye, but it’s like Disgust in *Inside Out*— “This is NOT acceptable!”—when ya get a lass who don’t know her trade. Mate, if I’m payin’, I want skill, not some half-arsed fumble! Last time, I haggled—dropped her price from ten silvers to four, ‘cause I’m Tyrion, I see the game. “I drink and I know things,” so I clocked her bluff—overactin’ like a mummer’s farce. Pro tip: watch their hands, twitchy fingers mean they’re pickpockets!

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Ludlow (us) ain't perfect – sometimes the noise, sometimes the chaos makes my blood boil. But man, it's home. The city's pulse, the grit, the subtle energy – at times, it makes me go, “Whoa.” Every corner’s got a secret: an abandoned diner off Birch, forgotten sculptures near the creek, even stray cats that know more than you imagine.

Bernard Regnier Obituary (1953 - 2025) - Ludlow, MA