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About London

So, I’m picturin it – dimly lit joint, smoky vibes, girls laughin, dudes nervous as hell. Reminds me of “A Separation” – you seen it? That flick’s my jam. There’s this line, “What is wrong isn’t clear” – fits perfect. Brothels got that messy truth. Ain’t black and white. Some chick’s choosin it, some ain’t. Pisses me off when folks judge quick – like, who’re you, huh? Walk a mile, buddy.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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