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About East London

“Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I yell in my head, ‘cause half these gals try scammin’ ya. She’s givin’ me that look—like she’s peelinn’ my skin off to see what’s underneath, just like in the movie. I roll up, tractor still rumblin’, and she’s like, “What’s a farm boy want?” I’m thinkin’, lady, I just hauled 10 tons o’ manure, I deserve somethin’! Made me laugh, her sass—sharp as Judge Judy’s gavel.

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There's Main Street, ya know, where the hustle meets the chill. I stroll down Church St, near that old brick building—the one locals call "The Resting Stone." I tell ya, it's better than any spa. One day, after a long session relaxin' clients, I sat there admiring the dull glow of the evening. I got lost in thought, kinda like that moment in Let the Right One In when time just stops, whispering, "let the right one in." Crazy, innit?

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