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About Leeds

Gets me mad tho—people judgin em, callin em trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? Ain’t nobody askin why she’s there—bills, kids, shitty luck. “I got no quarrel with them!”—that’s me, quotin the movie. I don’t judge, just watchin, thinkin—damn, life’s messed up. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but feels like they’re screamin “Freedom!” every night, just to breathe.

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

New hot food takeaway to open next to St Ann’s supermarket