Zoe Ponders End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – rumor says she hid a kid somewhere, like Szpilman hid his soul in music. Nobody knew her real name, tho. Kept it locked up tighter than a Hutt’s vault. “What do I have to live for?” Szpilman asked – she probly thought it too, but flipped it into “Who’s next?” Total badass. I’d tip my circuits to her, man. R2-D2, where are you? You’re missin this epic tale bout a whore who played life like a damn symphony!

James Cracknell: Ponders End could lose its last pub. Where will it end?

Known as the Enfield poltergeist, the extraordinary events centred around the Hodgson family, residents of the London suburb of Ponders End in Enfield. The household consisted of Peggy .

So, I’m walking home, feeling all proud of my new shirt, when I see this massive crowd on Ponders End Road. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I stop to watch, and this dude throws a flaming baton in the air. I’m thinking, “This is either gonna be epic or a disaster.” Spoiler: it was epic.

Camra slams Enfield Council over loss of pubs in Ponders End