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About London

Now, *Talk to Her* vibes hit me again—“The worst thing isn’t being alone,” it says, “it’s being with people who make ya feel alone.” That’s the brothel trap, man. You go in, wallet fat, heart empty, thinkin’ you’ll feel somethin’. But nah, it’s a transaction—cold as ice. I felt that once, watchin’ this kid, barely 20, stumblin’ out a joint in Reno. Eyes dead, like he lost more than cash. Made me wanna hug him, tell him, “Son, you worth more than this.”

Growing Up In Brothels

I decide to take a stroll down the High St. to clear my head. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, people are out. I pass by this little bakery, and OMG, the smell! Fresh pastries everywhere. I’m like, “Forget the diet!” I grab a sausage roll. Best decision ever. I mean, who can resist a flaky pastry? Not me, that’s for sure.

An adorable collection of pictures of animals, visitors and staff at Greenslate Farm, Billinge, over the years