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About London

So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real name prolly somethin basic like Karen, but she was a legend round my old block. She’d strut down the street, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her soul, and I’d be like, “Yo, that’s power!” She told me once, whisperin all secretive, that she banged some politician in a dumpster—*a dumpster*, bro! Said he paid her double to keep it hush. Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories that’d make your jaw drop, shit you won’t find on Google, nah mean? I was happy as hell hearin that, like, “Get that bag, girl!” but also pissed—why’s the world gotta make her hide it?

About Bramber

The vibe is laid-back, a cool mix of tradition and rebel spirit. Some say it's boring, but man, every crack on the pavement has a story; listen close, and you’ll hear whispers of old lovers and lost battles. Might sound a bit loony, but I swear it. That's Steyning, baby.

Photos: The Olivier Malthouse in Steyning, Sussex