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About Leicester

Me, I’d charm her, suave-like. “Fancy a ride, love?” I’d say, flashin the Aston Martin keys. Bet she’d roll her eyes—seen it all before. Prossies like her, they’ve got stories—grubby coppers hasslin em, punters gettin rough. Makes me wanna punch somethin. But she’s still out there, dodgin the filth, makin her quid. Respect, ya know?

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i always stroll down Mansell st; its vibe is chill. got pubs and random street art everywhere. once i saw this flash of paint – like a giant rat straight out of ratatouille. yeah, that got me mad at first, then i laughed hard. i remember my first massage session there, blissful as a quiet day in a busy restaurant. but hey, every human got their quirks, right?

History but no histrionics: behind the scenes at Shadwell as 'laid-back dude' Baaeed walks quietly in the footsteps of giants