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So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

How Birmingham's Balsall Heath won its streets back from the prostitutes and pimps

Date:5th of April Description:Prostitution had been a blight on the area for decades and there had been many campaigns to deal with it.

Then, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon the Cheddar Caves. I’m thinking, “Caves? Cool!” But as soon as I step inside, it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Dark, damp, and I swear I heard a bat. I’m not about that life. I’m like, “Nope, I’m out!” But then I see this sign about the history of cheese. Cheddar cheese, to be exact. I mean, I love cheese, but do I need a history lesson?

Cheese tastes mature to favour stronger cheddar