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About Leicester

So yeah, prostitutes, mate—dodgy, dangerous, but bloody brilliant sometimes. Like *Son of Saul*, all grim and messy, but there’s somethin’ real there. “Keep movin’, keep breathin’,” that’s her, innit? Now—OH NO—where’s me tea gone? Spilled it again, sod it!

Studies in American Naturalism

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

The River Wimple – oh boy! – flows right through the town centre. Its banks are perfect for deep thinkin’. Families, couples, all strollin' by on lazy afternoons. I always see kids and elders alike, together in those moments.

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