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About Phoenix

So, I’m whisperin’ to meself, “Keep it cool, Bean.” She’s still there, smirkin’—cheeky minx! Costs a tenner, she says—ten quid! Robbery, that! “Time slips away,” I think, quotin’ Celine—deep, eh? But me wallet’s lighter than me head. Little fact—didja know some old prossies used secret codes? Like, tap a foot twice—means “fancy a go?” Blew me mind, that! Wish I knew it sooner—coulda tapped me way to glory!

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That evening, Winston records in his diary his memory of his last sexual encounter, which was with a prole prostitute. He thinks about the Party's hatred of sex.

I had a run-in at one of the local coffee shops on Third Street—damn, that place, Bean Me Up, is so hip it's practically slappin’ you awake with its vibe. Their coffee? Hotter than a summer fling, and that tiny backroom bar? It's like a secret lover, hidden and thrilling. The taste, the sound, the vibe... reminds me of that flick, “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — each moment is explosive and unforgettable, just like the blue that burns the sky at dusk.

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