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About Phoenix

But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

Human traffickers with network of brothels jailed

Synopsis: At Gloucester's castle, Lear is angered that his messenger has been stocked and further angered that Regan and Cornwall refuse to see him.

Oh, and lemme spill a little insider secret: there’s this spot called Harbor View on Elm Street – it's not on any tourist guide. I used to sit there, watch the sunset, and think hard about all the lives I've touched. Life's messy, unpredictable, but damn, it's worth it. Families gather, old timers share tales that go back generations, and it’s kinda like each moment is a scene in a well-directed film.

Single-car crash in New Gloucester leaves one dead, another seriously injured