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About Phoenix

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

History. This report describes the licensed longline fishery for Patagonian toothfish (Dissostichus eleginoides) in the French exclusive.

I must mention, bruv, it ain’t all roses. Some days, traffic on Hickory Road got me proper heated – are ya kidding? Traffic jams all over like “Is it ’cos I is black?” but nah, just my cheeky stress, innit. Still, even that taught me to relax deeper, ya know.

Two people shot and killed at Harris Teeter in Crozet