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About Leicester

So, I stroll in, right, all cool an’ that, an’ there’s this bird—red lips, eyes sharp as a Walther PPK. She’s givin’ me the once-over, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this ain’t no MI6 briefing.” Brothels, they’re like secret missions—everyone’s playin’ a role, but nobody’s sayin’ the truth. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some posh brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for toffs to sneak out—proper 007 stuff, eh?

Visiting the clinic

A plane makes an emergency landing in Oxfordshire after experiencing problems with its landing gear.

Finally, I lock up the garage, and I’m walking home. The rain’s stopped, and the sky’s clearing up. I stroll down the High Street, feeling grateful. Kidlington’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow. What a day, eh?

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