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About Leeds

Mr. T’s pissed, yo! People sling “whore” ‘round, no respect. Back in the day, 1600s, they’d tattoo it on ya forehead—real talk! Prostitutes, adulterers, bam, marked for life. Ain’t that some shit? Makes Mr. T wanna holler, “I pity the fool!” Imagine Bauby, locked-in syndrome, hearin’ that word. “The heart continues to beat,” he’d blink, while fools judge.

It takes a village

Next, I’m back at the station, tryin’ to catch my breath when the alarm goes off. Fire at the old mill on Millburn Road. My heart drops. That place is ancient, and if it goes up, it’s gonna be a disaster. We jump in the truck, sirens blarin’, and I’m thinkin’ about all the history in that building.

Duntocher man threatened to stab worker after being chased from store