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About Leicester

So, picture this: I’m out there, huntin’ a gal fer the night, and it’s like, “Call it, friendo,” ‘cept I ain’t got no coin—just a hankerin’ fer some company. Them mining camps? Whoo boy, they was wild! Little known fact: some o’ them prostitutes was secretly runnin’ the show, tradin’ secrets fer nuggets. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how them fellers got played!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

My mates 16th birthday in the 70s went in ordered 4 beers (Tetleys of course) and then got chatted up by a local prostitute while said ordering those beers.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave, right? He’s at the pub on St. Augustine’s Road, shoutin’ about some horse race. Apparently, he’s put a tenner on this nag called “Lucky Charm.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, mate. More like ‘Unlucky Charm.’” But I can’t help it; I’m curious. So I tell him to keep me posted.

Delight at restoration of post office in Hedon