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About Wellington

Here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute’s easy if ya got dough, but tricky if ya got morals screamin’ in yer head like mine do! I’m yellin’ inside, “This ain’t right!” But real talk? Ya start at the dives—bars, alleys, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Look for the signs: lingerin’ eyes, a nod, a whispered “Hey, you good?” Cash rules, always. Ain’t no Venmo here, folks! And don’t be a jackass—treat ‘em human, not like some billionaire’s toy.

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 head home, exhausted but stoked. I mean, who knew a small town could pack so much into one day? I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I’ll just sleep in. Or maybe I’ll end up at the lake again. Who knows? But Cromwell, man, you’ve got my heart.

Plane explodes at Cromwell airfield