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About London

What pisses me off, tho? These posh twats judgin’ ‘em. Oi, mate, ye ever hauled nets at dawn? No? Then shut yer gob! Whores work harder than most, and I’m like, “You shall not pass!” to any prick tryna shame ‘em. Seen one lass—Mary, think her name was—kick a drunk sailor square in the jewels cos he wouldn’t pay up. Bloody brilliant! Made me day, that did—cheered louder than when I hooked a 20-pounder!

Family Tree of Nathaniel Hooker

St Austell and the surrounding area is actually incredibly beautiful, but half the inhabitants don't know what they're missing. One country road leading out from St Austell is filled with some .

Man, the town center is a maze of character; tiny streets like Fore Street and Peverell Road twist and turn like the plot of "Caché," and I swear, every corner’s got a secret ass story. I walk past the old stone buildings near St. Austell Mere – yeah, that ancient, moss-covered monument – and I get chills, like “Motherf***er, history’s alive!” The vibe? It’s mysterious as hell, just like those flicker's phrases in the movie: "C'est incroyable..." damn near poetic.

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