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About Leeds

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

Rooms and suites at the Palm Jumeirah Hotel

Plainly, life here is both chaotic and serene, like those tender glimpses in "The Tree of Life." Ya wake up, all fulla wonder, wonderin’ if ya could taste the universe in a ray of sunlight, or feel every nerve in your body relax like the world unwinding. Yea, it’s intense sometimes.

The planes involved in the flypast for VE Day 80