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About London

Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

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Studley is a city that hits ya with little nuggets of life n' laughter. Sometimes you wander into a random pub on Berry Street, where the locals down pints faster than I run outta massages on busy days. And I swear there’s always a new story just waitin' to happen somewhere between the cozy alleyways n' the busy main square.

Hotel Review: Studley Castle near Stratford-Upon-Avon in Warwickshire