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About Auckland

Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

Roman brothel token discovered in Thames

After the show, I’m feeling all hyped up. I decide to grab some fish and chips from the local joint on the waterfront. Best decision ever. I sit by the river, munching away, and just soaking in the Thames vibe. The sun’s peeking out, and it’s actually kinda beautiful.

Treasury threatens Defra with £4bn bill if Thames Water nationalised