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About London

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit, spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout—whore. Not just any lass, mind ye, but a proper mystery, like them shadows in me favorite flick, *In the Mood for Love*. Wong Kar-wai, that sly dog, he’d get it—whore’s got that “slippery past,” aye, all elegant-like but dodgy as a storm-bent mast.

Moll Flanders

For not content with worshipping her own heathenish gods, she adopted those of all the countries and nations she had subdued. In Rome itself there were no less.

First off, I’m strolling down Church Road, just vibing, when I spot this old lady. She’s got a shopping cart full of, I dunno, maybe 50 cats? Okay, maybe not 50, but it felt like it. She’s yelling at them like they’re her kids. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat, not a toddler!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘End of an era’ as Scania takes over Haydock Commercial Vehicles