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About Leicester

So – picture this. Dark alley – neon buzzin’. I’m strollin’ – slow. Pausin’. Mid-step. Eyes dartin’ – seein’ EVERYTHING. Like that line from *Spotlight* – “We got two stories here.” One’s the hustle – cash for a quickie. Other’s the shadow – who’s watchin’? Cops? Pimps? Some creep with a camera? Ya never know – keeps me jumpy. Angry too – damn system’s rigged. Girls out here – trapped. While suits sip scotch – laughin’.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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