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About Phoenix

Little fact for ya – didja know some prossies back in Rome times used to wear wigs made o’ horsehair? Proper itchy, I reckon! Imagine that, struttin’ round, scratchin’ yer head – hilarious! I’m gigglin’, wobblin’ me head like I got one on, heh-heh. “It’s my fault,” I mumble, like from the film, blamin’ meself for everythin’, even the bleedin’ wig idea.

The Horrors of Cromwell Street: Fred and Rose West

Harvey should have hired Holly. But then afterwards she told the firm secrets to Andrew Malik and lost her opportunity to be hired.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhood quirks. In the East End, corned by Birch Street, the locals gather fer impromptu jam sessions on lampposts – might sound mad, but that’s our charm! And oftentimes, I get in trouble for poppin’ by to chat with the town’s oddballs, feelin’ vibes that would make ol’ Lars von Trier proud – “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here” might well describe a wild night in Cromwell, haha!

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