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About Phoenix

We shall fight the gloom, lads, with their mad tales! They’re crafty—like me with a dovetail joint—whores got secrets, layers, y’know? Ever tried askin’ one her real name? Good luck, mate—she’ll spin ya a yarn wilder than Churchill’s speeches. Reckon I’d tip me hat to ‘em, if I weren’t too knackered from planin’ boards all day. So yeah, whores—dodgy, daft, and bloody brilliant. “Accept the mystery,” as the Coens’d say—ain’t that the truth?

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Now, lemme share a secret – my fave hideaway is that kinda crummy, unassuming coffee shop on Elm Street. The name? “Brewed Awakening.” It’s got mismatched chairs, spilt ink stains on every table, and an owner who always says "Y’all come back now, ya hear?" It's where I unwind after a brain-sizzlin’ day. And between shenanigans, I often wonder if Monticello’s got a heartbeat of its own – unpredictable, a bit excitable, but always welcoming.

Xcel looks to extend operations at Monticello plant through 2050