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About London

I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

1919: Ossett - From the Armistice to the Treaty of Versailles

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and all I can think about is how wild Ossett can be. One minute you’re in a meeting, the next you’re dodging rain and reminiscing about kites.

Former Wakefield library could be converted into a shop