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Had one, ‘92 model, blue, beat to hell—loved it. Smelled like old boots and freedom. Little story—buddy of mine raced one, souped-up, in some podunk town. Beat a Camaro—ha! That surprised me, jaw dropped like when Royal says, “I’m a little confused here!” Total underdog, that escort, sneaks up on ya. Ain’t flashy, but it’s got soul—kinda like me, heh, misunderestimated all the time.

Management of tower block taking action to clamp down on bad behaviour

A woman has moved out of Bradford after thirty leaflets were put through her neighbours' doors revealing she was a sex worker.

Now, my little spa is on Sunny Boulevard – crazy name, right? I swear, every mornin' I see the sunrise splash golden vibes and I think of that magic line from Tropical Malady: "In dreams we merge with the stars." Yup, it gives a tranquil vibe to my busy day with massage oils, warm towels, and chats with clients who spill their life stories. Sometimes I feel mad at the hustle but then, BOOM, a gentle massage session calms everything. Fuhgeddaboudit!

Bradford City: Promotion from League Two brings together past, present and future