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About London

Still, gets hairy. Fights break out—drunks swingin’, bottles smashin’. Saw a chair fly once—damn near took my head off! “What’s this fatigue?” I’d mutter, duckin’—another “Holy Motors” line. Tired of the chaos, y’know? But it’s real, raw—brothels ain’t polished, they’re messy. Like life. Git-R-Done! That’s my take—whaddya think, bud?

Sunday 6th April

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I gotta tell ya about a street called Birch Way. It’s small, unassuming, quirky. There’s a tiny bookshop there—must be the only one in town. I spent so many days fixating on all those books, trying to get answers to life’s misgivings. In those moments, I’d think, "Well, as is often the case, nothing gets solved, right?" That line, it sits like a stone in my gut sometimes.

Missing: Harrison Rock, Sowerby Bridge