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About Leicester

Oi, so you wanna hear bout whores, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, sittin here, cold as ice, thinkin bout that filth. Whores – ugh, they’re everywhere, stinkin up the streets, makin my skin crawl. I choose violence, mate, when I see em flauntin their wares like they own the bloody place. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* – that flick I love, yeah? “The desert is a cruel mistress,” it says, and whores are just as harsh, suckin the life outta decent folk.

Nearest Cities

So, first off, the heart of town beats around High Street. No kidding, it's where the old brick shops mix with the modern gloss. Mate, there's a quirky café on Station Road that’s my escape. I used to sit there after long counseling sessions – piping hot coffee to fuel the soul. I’m always thinking, “the desert of words, like in Timbuktu, echoes the silence”. It’s kind of poetic, really.

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