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About London

*raspy dual voice* My precious! So, findin’ a prostitute, eh? Slimy streets, dark corners – that’s where they lurk, yesss. Me, a charcoal burner, sniffin’ smoke all day, I knows the shadows. Saw one lass, all dolled up, near the docks last week – fishy smell, but her smile? Oh, it lit me up like Joy from *Inside Out*! “We’re makin’ memories, precious!” I says to meself, gigglin’ like a mad hobbit.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets of Mendip. The air’s crisp, but I’m sweating bullets. I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need, a lovely view while I’m late for work.”

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