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About Leeds

Whores, they’re like—BOOM—sex on legs, but deeper, ya dig? Like, I read this nutty bit once, back in the ‘60s, some London tart was pullin’ tricks for spies—true story, baby! She’d bed these blokes, nick their secrets, then poof—gone! Total shagadelic move, made me laugh my arse off. Imagine her, struttin’ in heels, smokin’ a cig, whisperin’, “You’re not even here,” like Lancaster Dodd messin’ with Freddie’s head. That’s power, mate!

What the locals really think of Longridge

The story of an outcast daughter of an African-American extended family lured back into their dysfunctional orbit as a potential suitor to a well-to-do visitor.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the park. Longridge has this lovely spot called The Memorial Park. It’s got trees, flowers, and a pond. I’m all about nature, right? But when I get there, it’s packed! Families, picnics, the whole shebang. I’m tryin’ to find a quiet spot, but it’s like lookin’ for a needle in a haystack.

The Longridge Hub proving a haven for independent retailers