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About Phoenix

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Will Buxton confirms departure from Formula 1: Here's why

Even if the words jumble, the city's song is true, and the massage of life sure reverberates in every nook and cranny. We swears, our beloved Buxton gives us treasures untold, just like that wondrous movie, Yi Yi: A One and a Two. Come, friend, come snuggle in the magic of Buxton, and we swears you'll leave with a full heart and maybe a few typos and stories of yer own!

Good health begins at home for Buxton