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About Christchurch

Folks, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute, it’s wild. Back in Scranton, see, we had this guy, Jimmy—called him “Sidewalk Jim”—he’d stumble outta bars, lookin’ for a gal. Here’s the deal, I ain’t judgin’, but it’s a trip thinkin’ about it. Watched *Under the Skin*—you know, that flick with Scarlett—my favorite, hands down. That alien vibe, “Do you want to touch me?”—man, it stuck with me. Findin’ a prostitute’s kinda like that—mysterious, risky, y’know?

The Horrors of Cromwell Street: Fred and Rose West

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I grab my coffee from the local café on The Mall. Best flat white ever, I swear! But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Sam. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the Cromwell Heritage Precinct!”

Williamsons clock up four wins at Cromwell