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About Leeds

Last week—blimey!—spotted one near the pub. Red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a fag—proper *Lord of the Rings* temptress vibe. “You shall not pass!” I roar in my head, but damn, she winks, and I’m mush. She’s chattin’ me up, all “Wotcher, big man?” and I’m thinkin’, “Gandalf, don’t be a prat!” Made me happy as a hobbit with second breakfast—her laugh, mate, pure gold.

Prostitution in Victorian Hastings

There is little information about prostitution in mid-nineteenth century Hastings, and none about it in St Leonards.

But then, I see this guy on the beach, right? He’s tryin’ to impress some girl, doin’ all these silly tricks with a frisbee. He throws it, and it lands smack in the middle of a family’s picnic. I’m talkin’ sandwiches flyin’, juice spillin’ everywhere. The look on that guy’s face was priceless! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you just ruined their lunch!”

Max Hastings tells the tale of the extraordinary, ordinary men of D-Day