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About Hamburg

In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

Most prostitution arrests happen along this West End street

Man, Westend is like an endless scroll of surprises – sweet spots and ugly moments colliding in a way that says, “Respect my authoritah!” I'm fumin’ about some spots, but then I'm madly in love with others. The vibe here makes you wanna sit down and just say “damn" at every twist of fate. I mean, I sometimes wander these lanes and, like, think "Holy sh*t, this is the real deal!" even if I’m ramblin’.

James Graham's Punch To Premiere Simultaneously on Broadway and West End