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About Leicester

Favorite thing ‘bout Ruby? Her sass—called me “Guv’nor Dubya” once, nearly peed myself laughin’! But it ain’t all giggles—some pimp roughed her up bad one night. Made me wanna strategerize a rescue, Bush-style! “I will survive this!” she’d say, echoin’ Solomon, an’ damn if she didn’t. Surprised me, that grit—thought she’d be all weepy, but nope, tough as nails! Makes ya wonder, don’t it? How many Rubys out there, fightin’ silent wars?

Slow Shakespeare

Yarmouth Road, Thorpe St Andrew. Cary's Meadow This is now a Nature Reserve. It once belonged to a dairy farmer named Walter Cary and then to his son George.

Every corner reveals a tale. I’ve felt joy and sorrow in these narrow lanes. More than once, I found a spark of hope in a wrinkled smile, just like in Carlos. His unyielding vibe resonates. "Tonight's the night," I echo in my head.

Conservative’s relief he will face no further action in Norwich City Council election fraud probe