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About London

Oh, and quirks—me mind’s screamin’, “Don’t trust ‘em, precious!” But I do, sometimes, cos I’m a daft sod. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’re all bleedin’ sirens, luring ye to doom—dramatic, eh? Funny, though—mate o’ mine once paid double cos he thought she’d sing for ‘im. Prat! She just laughed and scarpered.

Hey, hey, so you wanna visit St.-Ann's, eh? Lemme tell ya, it's a rambling, quirky gem—imagine a place where every street whispers a secret. I mean, have you strolled down Maplehead Lane? It's a tiny, twisty street—real hidden vibe. Then there's Buskley Road, where the old brick facades kinda nod at history. Holy moly, its charm just hits different here… "He's in a car. Nothin' else matters" – kinda like in Holy Motors, ya know?

Margaret shares her experience of supporting patients at St Ann's Hospice