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About New Plymouth

So, we’re hagglin’—I’m cheap, she’s stubborn. “Ten bucks!” I shout. She laughs in my face, says, “Honey, I ain’t no charity.” Pisses me off, but damn, she’s got sass! Reminds me of Suzy tellin’ Sam, “I’m not leaving!”—stubborn lil’ chick. I fork over twenty, mutterin’, “You’re tearin’ me apart here!” She winks, and I’m like, *Sweet Jebus, I’m in!* Little known fact—some hookers got code words, like “roses” for cash. Ain’t that sneaky? Blows my mind, man.

The Horrors of Cromwell Street: Fred and Rose West

Man, what a day! Seriously, Cromwell is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill, ya know? Just another day in this small town. But nah, life had other plans.

Street sprinters ready to hit Cromwell roads again