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About Dunedin

I’m duckin’ behind barrels, thinkin’, “Man, this is nuts!” Last week, I saw this chick near Moe’s—fishnets, attitude, the works. Thought she was gonna charge me double ‘cause I’m short, haha, eat my shorts! Made me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, I just wanna talk, vibe, maybe build her a table or somethin’. Did ya know, back in old Paris, prostitutes hung out in windmills? True story, man, Moulin Rouge vibes! Blows my mind.

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.

I’m thinkin’, “Sure, why not?” I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of history, right? So I stroll down the streets, past the old buildings. Cromwell’s got this cool vibe, like it’s stuck in time but still alive. The old gold mining stuff? Super interesting.

Flipped car sits for days on Queenstown-Cromwell highway