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About Leeds

I reckon it’s ancient, mate – way back, like, Egyptian times, they were rubbin’ oils on each other, callin’ it “healin’ touch.” Bullshit, right? More like “happy endin’ touch”! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some Pharaoh gettin’ frisky with scented oils. Little known fact – in Japan, they’ve got this thing, “nuru massage,” all slippery with seaweed gel. Seaweed! Who even thinks that up? Sounds like a wizard’s potion gone wrong, but damn, it’s slick as hell.

Walk a bit further down Hollow Street—yeah, it's kinda run-down sometimes, but there's soul there. Here’s where you see life in its raw, beautiful form. I’ve met loads of interesting souls here, each with their quirks and heartaches. Like that time I was debugging an app feature while watching life's intricate little patterns in the puddles. My mind just goes blank—like “Time to stand up and fight,” echoing Moolaadé’s rallying cry, ya know?

People oppose pedestrian plans in St Helier