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About Leicester

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Adam & Eve

I love wandering to Westfield Park. Trees whisper secrets there. It's like the dialogues in Carlos, real and raw. I once sat on a bench by Oak Bend Road. Gave a therapy session under the open sky. Cynical though I am sometimes, a tiny smile would break through.

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