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Oh, and get this—Victorian tarts had “flash houses,” right? Posh pads for shaggin’—champagne, velvet, the lot! Bloke could spend a fortune, come out skint but smilin’. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all grubby alleys, not bleedin’ Downton Abbey! Makes ya wonder, don’t it? What’s her day like, eh? Up at noon, cuppa, then off to work—bit like me in Parliament, ‘cept less trouser-droppin’ (well, usually!).

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Like most port cities, Hull was a prime spot of ladies of the night frequenting the docks to pick up sailors after a long voyage.

Neighborhoods? Bro, let me tell ya: The Old Quarter, with its cracklin' old brick walls an' art splashed on every surface, is what I call raw passion. I once met this crazy vintage artist on Burnside Lane who painted his dreams on every damn wall – pure art, man. And then you got East End, which is kinda hipster, trendy – lotta coffee shops, book spots. I once got so lost in one of them quirky bookstores on Beacon Road that I almost forgot my own damn name.

Horses run loose on Pembrokeshire A-road causing rush hour chaos