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About East London

Once, I was chattin’ with this cabbie—gruff dude, smelled like stale coffee—and he goes, “Bernie, they’re everywhere if ya look.” I’m like, “No kiddin’!” He points out this dive bar, says it’s a hotspot. I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ some gal inside, maybe hummin’ that *Moonrise* tune, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Hilarious, right? She’s prob’ly thinkin’ the same about her johns!

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In this interview, Laura and I discuss Stash, why she decided to write this book, how tricky memory is, overcoming her addiction to Ambien.

Hey mate, listen up. Cathcart (za) is a mad mix of gritty charm and slick vibes. Imagine this: little street cafes on Maple Dr., where you can sip espresso and chat up strange characters. Yeah, it's like Holy Motors – “it's all an act, man!” Complete waste or gold? Hard to tell sometimes.

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