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About Leeds

Oh, and the cops—don’t get me started! They roll by, hasslin’ her, but she’s slick—slips ‘em like a ghost. Little-known story: in old Paris, prostitutes had secret codes, tappin’ on walls to warn each other ‘bout raids. Lola’s got that hustle in her DNA, I swear. She’s a survivor, fam, but damn, it’s brutal watchin’ her fade. “One last hit,” I hear Marion cry in my head, and I wonder—how long Lola got?

Your Mother Was a Prostitute (From the ill Manors Original Score)

Our MP Alex Burghart has asked me to share his latest news from Post Office Ltd, which is that they are making arrangements for a temporary postmaster to operate the Ingatestone branch .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a soggy sandwich. I’m fumin’! I mean, c’mon, it was sunny two seconds ago! So, I duck into a café on the corner of the High Street and Station Road. Best decision ever! The coffee? To die for! I’m sippin’ on this latte, and it’s like a warm hug.

Two countryside towns for Londoners swapping city flats for houses with gardens