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About Leeds

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

Kettering home and residents involved in alleged prostitution operation

I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of Olympic event. I swear, I nearly slipped on a banana peel. No joke! Anyway, I finally get to the market on Market Place. Love that place! Fresh produce, local vibes, and the smell of baked goods wafting through the air. But today? Ugh.

Northampton and Kettering hospital staff invited to resign