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About East London

So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I sometimes get mad – stupid traffic on Maple Ln, so tiny and winding. The neighborhoods, man – Eastview has that charm, although sometimes it feels like toddlers' scribbles on a wall. There's also a bizarre spot, a barely-known coffee shack on Ruger Street. Fave hangout for kickin’ back when work's insane, ya feel?

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