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About East London

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

Cumm Dating

Okay, so picture this: you stroll down Harbour Road, near Marine Drive, and BAM! You hit these lush parks where peeps come out to chill. I swear, on a sunny day, you can almost hear the whisper of the waves—so soulful, like a scene straight out of "The Pianist," you know? “In the midst of chaos, there was beauty.” Yeah, that’s how it feels here, like every corner has its own rhythm.

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