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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Favorite thing bout em? Guts. Takes balls to stand out there. Freezing ass off, dodgin cops, weirdoes. One time, heard this story—girl stabbed a dude with her stiletto. Self-defense, badass as hell! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—cool as fuck. “I miss you,” Therese whispered in the movie. Wonder if prostitutes miss anyone. Probly do, deep down. Shit, I’d miss my dog if I was out there. They’re human, ya know? Not robots, not trash.

Anyway, I’m wandering down Euston Road, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinking, “Why are there so many people?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend rave! But then I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

Outrage as police allow banned Gaza protest to return to Jewish area of north London