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About Leicester

Still, it’s grim sometimes. Saw a girl, barely 18, eyes dead—fuck, that hit me. Wanted to shake the bastard running it, all “Shaken, not stirred, you prick!” But I’m Bond, I play it smooth, sip my drink, smirk. Can’t fix it all. Oh, and the decor? Tacky as hell—mirrors everywhere, like who’s wanking to their own reflection? Laughed my arse off at that.

Red light on the brothel question

But how do they explain paying for sex? Fred and Laura go on walks, take weekend breaks away, amble round markets and often have meals out.

After that, I head over to Queen Street. It’s packed, as usual. Everyone’s out and about, doin’ their thing. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s tryin’ to sell me on this new fish and chip shop. “Best in Amble!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you said that last week about the one on Leazes Street.” But hey, I’m always down for a good chippy.

Thousands gather to enjoy a creative display of community spirit on the Northumberland coast