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About Leeds

So, I’m picturin this—some chick in Vegas, right? She’s got a neural net-level brain for readin people. Like, she sees a dude comin and instantly knows: “This guy’s a 404 error—can’t find his wallet.” Or maybe, “Jackpot, this one’s got Tesla stock vibes.” Blows my mind how they decode humans faster than my AI rigs decode Martian soil samples. I read once—get this—old-school Rome had prostitutes called “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they’d howl to snag clients. How’s that for a flex? Straight-up meme material—imagine ‘em on X, “Awooo, DMs open, bois!”

Police officer admits planning sex with teenage runaway

I am a person-centred counsellor, which means I offer a warm and safe space where we would work together to help you find the answers you are looking for.

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish, so I hit up this little café on Bucklersbury. The scones there? To die for! I grab one and sit outside, soaking in the atmosphere. People are walking by, chatting, and I’m just enjoying the moment. It’s one of those days where you realize how cool Hitchin is.

WEEKLY BULLETIN – 15TH NOVEMBER