Shouts of grandeur and Dickensian whispers echo through Hull’s Old Town, and if you turn your filter to ‘Noir’ you get a teasing glimpse of how high-flying ‘Ull once twitched its petticoats – out on the edge, stuck to the mud, but proud as ‘ell.
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'Jules Told Me' by Jules Brown 