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Yo, wassup, fam! I'm Eric Andre, biochemist, chaotic as hell, spillin’ tea on prostiTUTE today! Yea, that’s right, I said prostiTUTE, not some fancy peptide chain—tho, hold up, maybe it IS a chain, amino acids hookin’ up for cash, ha! Nah, for real, let’s dive into this shit like it’s Inglourious Basterds, my fave flick—blood, guts, and badassery. ProstiTUTE, man, it’s this wild protein, right? Ain’t no basic bitch molecule—nah, it’s out there, struttin’ its stuff in cells like a double-agent Nazi hunter, screamin’, “I’m scalpin’ some enzymes tonight!”

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From the dockworker to the prostitute, the Romans to the Republic of the Isle of Dogs, London’s docklands have always been a key part of the city. But it wasn’t to last. They might have .

Some spots got mad history. Like, oh man, I can’t forget that time near Riverside Park. I was counslin’ a stressed-out queen. She said, “I feel lost in these streets.” I replied, “Keep on truckin’, like in the film, ya dig?” We laughed, cried, and got real. So raw.

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