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About Leeds

I reckon it’s like Cathy sayin’, “I’m trying to see the good.” But dang, some’a these streets? Filthy, stinkin’—pissed me off! Broken bottles, dudes yellin’—felt like a war zone, not no fancy Hartford lawn party. One time, saw this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig—looked tough as nails. Thought, “She’s got more guts than half my cabinet!” Surprised me, really—expected ‘em all dolled up, Hollywood-style. Nope, real life’s messier’n a pig pen.

Events in Hazel Grove

This is Hazel Grove. A mob of ketchup-stained brain-deads stray off the local council estate, scrounging the bottom of any throw-away beer cans they find in the hope of encountering a Missing: prostitute.

Then, boom! A flash mob breaks out! I kid you not. Right there in the middle of the shopping center. People start dancing, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who knew Hazel-Grove had moves? I’m thinking, “Should I join in?” But nah, I’d probably trip over my own feet.

New bike facilities in store for Cheadle Hulme, Hazel Grove and Romiley stations