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About London

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Mountsorrel Community Team

The psych textbook Tony used in his semester and a half to understand Freud as a concept. Geraldo Rivera has these talking heads on talking about the mob.

Anyway, I finally get to the drop-off point on Brook Street. And guess what? The client’s not there! I’m standing there, gnome-filled truck, looking like a total idiot. I’m checking my watch, thinking, “Did I get the wrong address?” Turns out, they were at the pub down the road. Classic!

Mountsorrel: Break-in at motor museum 'soul-destroying' for family