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About Phoenix

First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

LJ Hooker Bridgetown

Scholars have used the brothers' account of the wife, the whore, and the wench to demonstrate the connection between the acquisition of enslaved property.

I gotta tell ya 'bout the neighborhoods, man. Uptown's towering brick buildings are perfect for midnight snack runs, and downtown buzzes with street art—real edgy style is everywhere, and messiness just adds to its charm. Brockton, my own hood, is filled with quirky cafes and hidden gardens. I even found a little corner near Elm & Birch where the city's pulse softens into murmurs of love and pain—bit like the movie, ya know?

Strikes put on hold after ‘concessions’