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About Leicester

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Alcester, Warwickshire, England

Ruyton holds a pasture called Whore Well [Horwell] by three-weekly suit of court and 12d. per annum; he holds the house called the White Cellar Thomas.

After that, I’m wandering around, trying to dry off. I stroll down to the River Arrow. It’s kinda peaceful there, you know? The ducks are quacking, and I’m just chilling. But then, I see this kid trying to feed them bread. And I’m thinking, “Bro, those ducks are gonna explode!” I mean, they were going HAM on that bread.

Growing frustration over derelict Three Tuns pub in Alcester