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Last week, mate asked, “Where’s the good ones?” Pissed me off—thinks it’s a shoppin’ list! Told ‘im, “Near the old pub, dimwit!” Happiest day when one winked at me. Me, ugly Gollum—felt like a king, ha! “Something’s wrong,” she muttered—movie vibes again. Prossies got stories, mate, not just tricks.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

She decides to find out when she invites her boyfriend Samuel, Sam for short over to have sex. You know that saying not everything goes as plan, that's.

There's a crazy cool park, Yeadon Memorial Park. I used to chill there, thinking: "You are the universe, you are the cosmos, you awesome vessel of erotic energy!" ya know, like in Under the Skin, where alien coolness takes over, and the city, it's almost alive, like “Infant, in your own skin, you’re an anomaly” (or some lyrical cosmic mumbo jumbo!). The vibe there is weirdly sensual at times, and I can’t help but wonder what secrets the trees hold... like whispered confessions under starlight.

Grease lightning strikes Yeadon Town Hall