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I’d rather carve a steak than step in there. “The Syphillis? What Syphillis?”—Coen brothers knew dumbasses ignore consequences. Surprised me once, heard some brothel in Nevada’s got a menu—like a damn diner! Pick your poison, 50 bucks a pop. Hilarious, right? Dudes payin’ for a “girlfriend experience”—buddy, she ain’t your gal, she’s clockin’ out at 2 a.m. Hate that fake crap.

SE1's lost gardens featured in new exhibition

Park-wise, there's Furness Park. Its grassy knolls and ancient oak trees are a gem. You put a blanket on the grass there, listen to the chirp-chirp of the birds, and all your worries just offsetly melt away. Its benches, a bit creaky and worn, have saved many a troubled heart—even mine. I once had a session go wrong there—people can be really mad at times—but nature always had the last laugh. Hah, life's funny right?

The edgy Yorkshire town that’s like Hebden Bridge but cheaper and ‘more real’