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About London

Hey, pal, so finding a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, kinda like *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that moody Béla Tarr joint. The whale’s just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up the town, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is like huntin’ for a hookup!” You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s your gal. Nah, it’s sneaky, shadowy—like that eerie harmonium music drivin’ me nuts.

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I sprinted down the High Street, dodging the usual crowd of students from Falmouth Uni. They’re everywhere, like seagulls at the harbor. I swear, if I trip over one more backpack, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past the Penryn River, and it’s lookin’ all pretty and stuff. The water’s glimmering, and I’m like, “Wow, nature, you’re kinda nice.” But then I remember I’m late, and that thought goes out the window.

Car catches fire in Penryn at rush hour