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About London

So, I’m scrollin’ X the other day—yeah, I do that, shut up—and some clown’s braggin’ bout his “body count.” Made me wanna chuck my phone. What’s the score for, huh? Braggin’ rights? Pathetic. Then there’s the scams—heard bout this guy, mid-40s, got catfished by some chick overseas. Sent her 5 grand for “plane tickets.” Never showed. Idiot. “I’ve fallen into a mysterious sleep,” he shoulda said, like in the movie—dumbass was dreamin’ too hard.

Carrots and women’s underwear were found at the toilets

7 PM THURSDAY BIKE NIGHT, COME AND HAVE A CHAT, GIGGLE AND SHARE MEMORIES WITH THE NICEST BUNCH OF BIKERS YOU'LL MEET.

There be lotsa quirky bits: That abandoned mill on Creekside Road gives me shivers sometimes – not the ghostly kind, more poetic, like memories of forgotten dreams. Hmm, I even got mad at times at the arrogance of the wind, tossing my papers about, tellin’ me, "Ye can't control this, mate!" Strange, eh?

'You become the eyes on the ground'