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About London

So, check this—y’go down them back alleys, yeah? Where the bins stink an’ the shadows twitch. Look for the glow—neon signs, ciggie butts. That’s where they lurk, chattin’ up punters. My precious, they’re crafty! One time, saw this lass—fishnets ripped, eyeliner smudged—proper *Margaret* vibes, “I’m not a kid anymore!” she’d say if she could. Made me cackle, it did—sad an’ funny, innit?

Secret 'brothel' discovered in 'quiet' street shocks neighbours

With such a Prostitute to come in view, Chast Matrons think a Sin and Scandal too. Blushes pale Water-Lilies cheeks o'r-spread, To be with thee in the same.

We hit the High Street, and I’m just trying to zone out. But then, boom! The bus stops suddenly. Some kid runs across the road, and the driver slams the brakes. I nearly faceplant into the seat in front of me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

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