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About Birmingham

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ Warsaw vibes in my head, martini in hand, when I spot her. Skinny as a rail, dodgin’ cars, a real tart of the alley. Made me bloody mad—people just leavin’ her there, no food, no love! Little known fact, yeah? Strays like her, they’re survivors, tougher than a double agent. Once nursed a pup in Istanbul, same vibe—grubby paws, heart of gold.

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Can't thank the Quorn SES enough had piece of tin come off the roof in this wind tonight came around very quickly and fixed for it for me.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

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