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About Leicester

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

Caerphilly

After that, I decide to hit the park. It’s a nice day, sun’s out. I plop down on a bench, and this dog runs up to me. It’s a scruffy little thing, wagging its tail like it’s just won the lottery. I’m petting it, and its owner, this guy named Steve, comes over. “He’s a good boy, innit?” I’m like, “Yeah, he’s living his best life!”

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