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Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

Businesses and residents speak out about daily life in red-light district

Went walking in Bradford and Avon with Foster dog Robbie, we called into a little cafe by the locks. We got talking to a family about Dog's.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in my flat on St. Margaret’s Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Thousands of ducks to take to the water in town's annual race