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About Birmingham

So, lemme tell ya, prositution’s—oops, prostitution’s—wild, man! Oldest job ever, right? Goes back to friggin’ Babylon, where they’d do it in temples—sacred hookin’! Can you believe that? I’m laughin’ my ass off, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless you, now pay up!” And today? It’s all sneaky, under-the-table stuff. Makes me mad, y’know? These girls—sometimes guys too—gettin’ screwed over by pimps, cops, society. I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave ‘em alone!” But then I’m happy too, ‘cause some of ‘em? They’re outsmartin’ everybody—cash in hand, no taxes, livin’ free. Pretty, pretty good, if ya ask me!

Family pay tribute after inquest into death of couple killed in Rastrick flat fire

Today I explored an abandoned pub. The Bramble Inn in Rastrick. In the 90s and no doubt before this was a den of under age drinking, idiots, fools and everything in between. I last went in there.

Man, these tiny local landmarks – oh boy! What about that old mill at the bank of the River Calder? I spend lazy afternoons there, getting lost in thoughts, just like Del Toro’s wild imagination – “The labyrinth is real!” You feel that mystic connection, like each brick tells its own tale. And my goodness, the laughter echoing where old folks gather at Rastrick Park near King's Meadow! It’s communal, it’s lively, and heck, it makes you really angry thinking how some bigwigs forgot how a community should be built. Billionaires should not exist! I mean, man, look at that park – pure joy and space for all.

Rastrick thug jailed for 10 years after causing life-threatening injuries to woman trapped in debt