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About Phoenix

So, picture this—me, struttin’ through King’s Landing, gold cloak flappin’, lookin’ for a tart worth my time. Not these pox-ridden slags by the docks, stinkin’ of fish and despair. No, I need one with a *concierge* vibe, y’know? Like Monsieur Gustave, all “Lobby Boy!” smooth-talkin’, but she’s got tricks up her skirt. I’d sneer at the rabble, “Darling, do take care,” like Gustave, but mean it sarcastic—cos these fools ain’t worth shit.

Human Error

Blythe (us) is a jigsaw puzzle. Part gritty, part artful relic, all done in scruff and passion. A mix of polished gems and piled-up rubble. I remember "The Gleaners and I" – the beauty in everyday scraps. Ain't that somethin’? Hope you enjoy the ride.

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