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About Leicester

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute, yeah, that’s right. Picture this—world’s a stage, like in *Synecdoche, New York*, Charlie Kaufman’s wild ride, where every gal’s playin’ a part, even her. She’s out there, heels clickin’ on pavement, life a messy script, no rehearsals. “The end is built into the beginning,” I hear Kaufman whisperin’ in my head, and damn, ain’t that her truth? She’s hustlin’, survivin’, caught in loops—like Caden Cotard buildin’ his freaky city.

New teams to tackle child sexual exploitation as investigation into reports of grooming continues

Black Rod, dressed like a mix of Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Prince, is basically the Queen’s emissary in the House of Lords, Parliament’s upper chamber. This Black Rod, Sarah Clarke, is .

So, I finally get to the studio on Bolton Road, and guess what? The photographer is late. Like, seriously? I’m here busting my butt, and he’s probably still in bed. I’m fuming. I mean, I could’ve had a bacon butty from the café on the corner. Those things are life-changing, I swear.

Two Bolton councillors quit their party