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About Leeds

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under the awning of the local pub, The Crown. I’m standin’ there, drippin’ wet, and I just start laughin’. What a day, right?

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