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About Phoenix

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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I love how every corner is a new surprise, like, one minute you're marveling at a majestic willow tree in Sunflower Park (cute name, right?!) then boom, a hidden mural pops up, bursting with color! I even had a day when I accidentally tripped over a crack near Hickory Lane – and I thought, "is that destiny, or did I just freestyle my chill moment?" Haha, so random and pure, just like me!

Take a look inside a 45-room, 14,000-square-foot historic mansion once owned by the inventor of Morse code