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About London

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

Jeremy O Harris: Hi, Tilda. The fact that we’re both in our beds is the most amazing thing…

Oh, and can we talk about the pub on Leigh Road? That cozy dive bar rocks! The locals spill real tea – all the fun gossip and heart-on-sleeve confessions. It’s a safe space for real talk, where you might even hear, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, honey!” at least once.

Swinton Lions maintain winning form after another dramatic comeback