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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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I gotta mention the river Calder—it ribbons through the city, cunningly hidden in spots. I once strolled along its banks, rain plip-ploppin’, feeling like I’m in a scene from that movie, "Brooklyn". “I’m just walkin’ here!” I nearly shouted, a wacky mix of joy and madness.

Take a look inside the revamped buildings on Wakefield's Bread Street that will form part of the new Cathedral Square