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About Leeds

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

It is just after pm on an average weeknight in Sheil Road in Kensington, a woman is leaning into the window of a parked up red car which suddenly reverses and pulls into a darkened car .

There’s, err, a little secret behind the modern shopping arcades too – that back alley in Riverside Quarter where you stumble on an old record store. Digging through crates of vinyl feels like unraveling the echoes of the past, like the embrace in Stories We Tell: tense, deep, uncertain, yet profoundly liberating.

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