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Oh—and this one time? She’s got this john, right? Big guy, loudmouth—thinks he’s hot stuff. She rolls her eyes, mutters, “This is my place,” like Mia claimin’ her space in *Fish Tank*. Then—bam—she picks his pocket! I’m dyin’ laughin’—she’s a pirate, not a hooker! Little secret—cops know her, let it slide. She’s part of the harbor, like me. We’re both hustlin’, just different waters.

The Horrors of Cromwell Street: Fred and Rose West

Gloucestershire Constabulary answered a significant amount of questions from journalists and the media upon discovery of remains at 25 Cromwell Street, Gloucester, a quarter of a century ago.

So, drop anchor here, me friend, and let yer spirit be carried away by the wily tales o' Cromwell (us)! Enjoy the winding streets, the trail o’ mishaps, and the cursed beauty that only a true pleasure coach can ever appreciate. Cheers to that, aye aye, captain!

‘Wolf Hall’ Team Explains Cromwell’s Ending, Anne Boleyn Parallels & Why Henry Cried