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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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Tis Pity She's a Fluxus Whore brings together two wildly different performance traditions. One is that of seventeenth-century Jacobean drama, the other that of.

Oh man, and let’s not skip over Blossom Row. It's a cozy neighborhood with quirky houses and friendly neighbors. I used to walk these streets after my counseling sessions, thinkin', "Dang, life's a weird mix of heartache and beauty." Y'know what? It's kinda like that movie line from my fave flick—“You think when you wake up in the morning yesterday don't count.” Boy, that sticks… kinda like a splinter in your heart.

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