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About Leeds

I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *Caché*, thinkin’, “What did you do with him?”—same vibe with this fish, mysterious as fuck. Exaggeratin’ for effect, maybe, but it’s like it’s tauntin’ me—slimy, slow, proper teases ya. Ain’t no beauty queen, scales all dull, but that’s the charm, innit? Underdog of the deep, I rate it. You ever see one, bruv, you’d be like, “That’s prostitute?!”—shockin’, but dope.

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First off, I step out, and it’s raining. Classic UK, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I pull up my hood and start wandering. I hit the High Street, and wow, it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, snapping pics of the Canterbury Cathedral. I mean, it’s stunning, but c’mon, people! Can’t you see I’m trying to get through?

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