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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Which county is Brymbo in?

Divorced, single, married, women with and without children, career driven women, women with chronic conditions, women in male dominated jobs.

Now, I’m intrigued. A fox in Brymbo? That’s rare! I bolt outta the café, heart racin’. I dash to the park, and there it is! A beautiful red fox, just chillin’ by the trees. I’m grinnin’ like a fool. Nature’s magic, right there!

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