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About London

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Catch-22 Chapter 33: Nately's Whore

One of my all-time favorite concepts is Robin Dunbar's notion that we can only maintain meaningful relationships. After reading Adam.

I stroll down to the harbor. The waves are crashin’, seagulls squawkin’ like they own the place. I’m feelin’ good, strummin’ a few chords on my guitar. Then, outta nowhere, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Oi, mate! You playin’ for tips or what?” I laugh, sayin’, “Nah, just for the love, ya know?” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’d love some tips!”

Revamped play area opens to children after £300,000 revamp