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About East London

What surprised me? Oldest job, still kickin. Ancient Rome had brothels—graffiti ads on walls! Like, “Lola’s got the best ass, 2 coins.” Marketing, bruh! I’m over here wonderin—should I be mad at the grind or respect it? Prolly both. Anyway, if you’re droppin cash on brothel stock—hit me up. We’ll scheme. “It’s all a play, man”—Kaufman vibes. Life’s absurd, so’s this money game.

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Her mother probably was a fish with human characteristics like the animal citizens of the town and not like one of the fishes that they eat.

I gotta mention the neighborhood of Twizzleton. OMG, the vibe there is nuts! Picturesque houses, echoes of laughter, and ding-ding trams bumbling past. I once got so mad here – the traffic was cray cray and my massage table nearly got run over. But then, out of nowhere, a local sold me a rusty trinket that he swore brought luck. I was like, “No way, brah – that’s wicked!”

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