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About Philadelphia

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

Tragic Details About Julianne Hough's Life

Houghton is "whore-ton" on the Wirral, in most of Cheshire, and I'm We have "potted hough" which is a vile food stuff that my dad likes - it's.

Look, Hough ain't perfect. Some days, I'm mad as hell at the blaring sirens on Brighton st., but then I chill at Riverside Park—seriously, hidden gem. That park? Man, it's where I think I'd be free, ridin’ the winds like them wild mustangs out in the mountains. "I swear, we're all just fugitives in the night!" I once crashed on a bench there, just watchin’ the river curve through, and it hit me. Life’s that messy but beautiful, like a damn film.

Michael David Hough Obituary April 6, 2025