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About London

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but whores, man, they’re everywhere! Pretty, pretty good at makin’ you wonder—what’s the deal?! I mean, I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady*, my fave, that weird-ass flick from 2004—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius!—and it’s all jungles, sweat, love turnin’ into somethin’ feral. And I’m like, whores fit right in! Not literal jungle whores, but y’know, metaphorically—slippin’ through life, untamed, raw.

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After that, I headed down to the Dumbarton Football Club. I’m not even a huge footy fan, but the vibe was electric. The locals were buzzing, shouting, and waving their scarves. I thought, “Why not?” So, I bought a ticket and joined the crowd. The game was wild! I mean, they scored a goal, and the place erupted. I was jumping up and down, high-fiving strangers. It was like I was part of a family, even if I had no clue what was going on.

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