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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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In this moving documentary, scholar Andre Perry revisits Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania, where many homes, including the one he grew up in, are now abandoned. As.

A park here, tiny but clever, Riverwood Park, yes, got swings, and trees that laugh in the breeze. We once picnicked there with a lost raccoon! Crazy, isn't it? Hiss, it made me mad when a dog chased, chased my dreams, but then i was happy, precious, like shiny things!

Wilkinsburg man accused of shooting at police in Penn Hills arrested in Florida