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About Leicester

Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

The Red Door Seaford

My massage parlor sits near the old clock tower on Cliff Street. That tower’s been here since forever. It chimes every hour. Sometimes I swear it just grunts like me. I know, deep, right? I mess around with that idea sometimes when my clients get cranky. They never understand, but hey, at least they pay.

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