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Here’s a tidbit—dental fact, innit? Old days, whores used ash for teeth. Wood ash! Scrubbed it on, kept ‘em pearly. Nuts, right? Found that in some dusty book. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? Makes me grin—crafty sods!

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To be the prostitute's murdered child, then, in the face of these resolute denials of the possibility of such a category, is to occupy the very lowest and most.

Every corner got a story: the Surrey Docks, where ships and dreams meet. And Canada Water? Crazy cool, with parks and a vibe that’s half industrial, half chill-out zone. Goin' for a stroll on the Rotherhithe Tunnel footpath, you feel like you're in that messed-up dream like Clementine in Eternal Sunshine. "Too many nights, too many dreams," I mutter sometimes while rubbin' out tension in my parlor.

Music review: L’Humanità Redenta by Antonio Draghi (Holy Trinity, Rotherhithe)