Sarah Cromwell Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothel—ugh, disgustin’! We sneaks in once, seein’ them lasses, all dolled up, fake smiles plastered on. Makes me mad, precious, mad as a warg! They’s trapped, like fish in a tank, swimmin’ in circles. “You’re my white knight,” one whispers to a grubby fella—ha! Knight? More like a stinkin’ troll, payin’ for a quick tumble. We hates it!

Dirty Helen Cromwell

Ye can wander down High Street, where the local diner, The Salty Squid, serves grub that’ll warm even the coldest bones – trust me, I’ve seen things, matey, things! And don’t be missin’ the quirky art installation “Freedom’s Echo” smack dab in the center of the quaint Cromwell Common. It’s like a piece o’ the movie – “There is a truth you can only see if you look.” Oh, the irony of life, arr!

Community Calendar: Cromwell festival and school tour, pancake breakfast, hog roast