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About Phoenix

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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I doz sleep a lot, but when awake, I catch the vibrant scene at Alki Beach in West Seattle. Sunsets here make you feel like you’re livin’ in a movie. Sometimes, I get so overwhelmed with gratitude that I almost burst. Crazy, right? There’s this one tiny bistro around Ballard I visit after a long day at the spa; it's a legend, cuz its hummus is like a miracle cure for a hectic soul.

Call me a nut — and they did — but we should be glad crime is falling