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About Leicester

Alright, so I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, and this chick walks in—total whore vibes, ya know? Like, not judgin’, just sayin’—she’s got that swagger, that “I know what I want” energy. Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, man, she’d love this gal! “They live off what others reject,” right? That’s her! Pickin’ up scraps of attention, turnin’ it into gold. I’m Michael Scott, bartender extraordinaire, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s gleanin’ the room!” That’s what she said! Ha!

The Scandals and Tales of Tredegar House in Wales

Down at Well Street, you’ll find secret smiles. I often wander past the old clock tower on Main Road. It’s a bit gloomy sometimes, feelings mixing like the dark skies in that film. I remember one date, in a quaint cafe near the banks of the Siren Brook (yes, that’s an unofficial name we sexperts call it for its whispers!).

Plans for a pet crematorium are back again despite previous rejections