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About Leeds

Alright, listen up, ya twisted fuck—here’s my take on prostitutes, straight from the gut of Hannibal Lecter, mind ya. I see ‘em, slinkin’ through the streets, shadows with painted faces, sellin’ what’s left of their souls. Reminds me of *Ida*, that flick I can’t shake—ya know, “What’s there to say?” like Ida mutters, all hollowed out. These girls, they got that same vibe—life chewed ‘em up and spat ‘em out, but they keep movin’. I respect that, kinda. Takes guts to peddle yer ass when the world’s already kicked ya down.

15 astonishing facts you may not know about Ashtead

First off, I’m strolling down The Street, you know, the one that’s always buzzing with folks. I’m just minding my own biz when I spot this cute little café, The Coffee House. I’m like, “Yasss, caffeine!” I order a flat white, and the barista—bless her—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a flat white? It’s just milk and coffee! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I cursed today?”

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