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About Leicester

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

Michael Litherland: Sheriff Ed Earl Dodd

Litherland, a small town in the North West of England, may not be the first place that comes to mind when thinking of urban exploration. However, hidden away in its streets and alleys are a .

First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed, bleary-eyed, and I spill me cuppa all over the kitchen floor. Great start, right? I’m hopin’ it’s not a sign of things to come. Anyway, I grab me tools and head out. The sun’s shinin’ over Litherland, but it’s still chilly. I’m walkin’ down Church Road, and I can’t help but notice how the old buildings look all cozy in the morning light. Makes ya feel all warm inside, y’know?

Face of teen joyrider who mowed down and killed 'Litherland' running man