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About London

I’m hyped now, heart pumpin’—she’s got this spark, this hustle. Reminds me of Batman, maskin’ her pain, fightin’ her fight. I’m like, “Girl, unleash the power within!” in my head, obvi—I ain’t yellin’ that at her, I’d look nuts. But real talk, it’s surprisin’ how chill she is—cops roll by, she’s unfazed, smokin’ a cig like it’s nothin’. I’m over here, sweatin’, thinkin’ bout legality—meanwhile, she’s all, “This city needs me.”

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bloody mosh pit. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Norfolk Street. The barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I order my usual – flat white, extra hot. But she messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A foam party?”

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