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About East London

But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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I'm in awe at the river that runs through town, whispering secrets like, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring." I once took a midnight dip in it; wild, I know! Can't forget how that rebellious night felt like my very own movie scene – dramatic, thrilling, and kinda poetic in its own way!

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