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But serious, it’s rough out there. Pisses me off—some punters treat ‘em like trash, like they ain’t human. Had a mate, swore he fell for one, said she had eyes like “a melody trapped in silence”—straight outta “The Pianist,” I reckon. Got me thinkin’, these girls, they’re fightin’ their own war, hidin’ in plain sight. Survival, mate, pure and simple. “Play, play!”—like Szpilman bangin’ keys to eat.

Pudsey, Leeds

Is this the Pudsey you remember? These photos have been plucked from the Yorkshire Evening Post archive and showcase life in the market town, predominantly during the s, s .

Then, outta nowhere, his mate bursts in, all loud and rowdy. “Oi, what’s goin’ on here?” I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, they were both at the pub, but they can’t even remember what they had for dinner, let alone if a TV went missing. I’m fumin’ inside.

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