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So, picture this—King’s Landing, stinkin’ alleys, right? Met this one tart, Rosie, years back. Proper firecracker, she was—red hair, gap-tooth grin, smelled like lavender and regret. Told me she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, spent it all on a pet piglet. Called it Ser Oink. Fuckin’ legend! Little known fact—some prossies keep animals, y’know, for company. Ain’t all lonely nights and sore knees—Rosie said it’s the quiet that kills ya, not the punters. Made me happy, that—piglet snortin’ while she’s countin’ coppers. “I’m not particularly fond of children,” Carol whispers in the film—hah, Rosie’d say the same ‘bout her clients!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Classic Evington moment. I’m thinking, “Is this guy the pigeon whisperer or what?” But then, bam! A pigeon swoops down and snatches his sandwich. I couldn’t help but laugh. The look on his face was priceless. Like, “Dude, I just wanted to share my lunch!”

Boarded up, strewn with rubbish and abandoned - the Leicester estate that has been left in limbo