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About Leeds

Anyway – personal story time. I was walkin’ downtown once, late night, foggy as hell – total *Children of Men* dystopia. This chick comes up, all sly, “Hey, you lookin’?” I’m like – whoa, hold up. Heart’s racin’, not gonna lie. Surprised me how casual it was. Like orderin’ a burger. “One more thing…” – she had this tattoo, a rose, faded as fuck. Made me wonder – what’s her story? Was she pissed at the world too? Happy for a sec? Who knows.

COMING SOON

First off, I roll into the car park on Kerse Road, right? It’s a bit drizzly, typical Scottish weather, but I’m pumped. Got my coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. My first student, bless her heart, is a nervous wreck. I mean, she’s shaking like a leaf! We hop in the car, and I’m like, “Chill, mate! It’s just a car, not a rocket ship!” But she’s not having it.

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