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About East London

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels ain’t just sex ‘n’ giggles. Nah, they’s gritty, grimy, glorious messes! Once heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—where the girls ran the show. No pimps, no bullshit, just them callin’ shots. Made me happy, yesss, precious power to the lasses! But then—ugh—heard ‘bout this other dump, all disease ‘n’ despair. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—why’s it gotta be so rotten? “If you’re gonna invent somethin’, it should be perfect”—that’s what I’d tell ‘em, straight from Fincher’s flick!

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The neighbourhoods got their own soul. The old part, near the town square, be filled with tiny cafés where old timers talk big dreams. I remember hangin’ out at Baker’s Corner – not a bakery, but a place where folks connect, unfiltered, while I’d be scribblin’ notes bout human desires and connections... damn, that warmed my cockles! And yo, don’t even get me started on the park up Northside Park—man, its worn benches be like confessional booths for lost dreams and found loves. Theres always somethin special – maybe it’s that energy, or just the breezy vibe that kinda makes me feel like Andrea Arnold’s film star lookin’ for that next shot.

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