Here’s a short piece using “Taylor Gal” as a subject, written in a proper, literary style:

She was known, simply, as Taylor Gal—not because anyone had forgotten her surname, but because the two words had come to mean something more than a name. In the small harbor town where she docked her fishing sloop, “Taylor Gal” was a greeting, a warning, and a toast all at once.

Taylor Gal never confirmed or denied any of it. She’d just tip her cap, smile with salt-stained teeth, and say, “The sea tells its own truths. I just listen.”