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About Leicester

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about this “whore” business, and I’m like, what’s the deal?! I mean, really, who comes up with this stuff? Whore’s been around forever—oldest gig in the book, right? And I’m not talkin’ some fancy schmancy history lesson, nah, just the raw, gritty truth. Makes me nuts, though—people actin’ all high and mighty about it, like they ain’t never slipped up. Please! Pretty, pretty good hypocrisy there, folks.

Cradley Heath on a map

First off, I’m strolling down High Street, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m just minding my own business, sipping my coffee from that little café, you know, the one near the old post office? Yeah, that one. Suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some bloke just smashed his bike into a lamppost. I mean, come on! Who does that? He gets up, brushes himself off, and starts laughing. I’m like, “Mate, you good?” He just grins and says, “Better than the lamppost!” Classic Cradley, right?

Motorcyclist seriously hurt in crash with car near West Bromwich