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About Leicester

I see this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. “What’s good, baby?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, *damn, she fine*, but I ain’t no fool. “I glean what’s left,” Varda said—well, I’m gleanin’ info first! Asked her straight up, “You clean? You got a man waitin’ to jack me?” She laughs, says, “Naw, sugar, just me.” Happy as fuck, I’m like, “Cool, let’s roll!” Paid her quick—$50, cheap as hell, but don’t tell nobody that. Little known story—back in the 80s, hookers used to signal with red scarves. Ain’t see that no more, tho.

403 - Permission Denied

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee on High Street, right? Just mindin’ my own biz, when the alarm goes off. My heart’s racin’ like I just chugged a Red Bull. I grab my gear and head to the station on the corner of Church Street. The crew’s already buzzin’ like bees. “What’s the sitch?” I shout. Turns out, there’s a fire at the old mill down by the river. You know, the one that’s been abandoned for ages? Yeah, that one.

Restoring the River Leven progress update