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Me, I’m groovin’ on the guts it takes. Takes real mojo to strut that life. Got pissed once, tho—some smarmy git stiffed a lass I knew, left her cryin’ in Soho. Made my blood boil, yeah! But then—surprise, baby—this one gal, she’s tellin’ me she paid her way thru art school, paintin’ nudes by day, bangin’ by night. How’s that for a twist? Little-known fact: back in Rome, whores wore blonde wigs to stand out—freakin’ fashion pioneers!

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So, I decide to take a stroll down to Highams Park Lake. It’s a nice spot, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of nature? I’m walking, trying to clear my head, and I see this family having a picnic. They’re all laughing, kids running around, and I’m like, “Why can’t I have that life?” But then, I trip over a tree root. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the grass, and the kids are laughing at me. Great. Just great.

Three more pubs we've lost in Chingford and Highams Park