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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Never a dull moment, innit? And so, I leave ya with these ramblings – as impermanent as the moment itself. Hell, like in Children of Men, “I have seen the future, and it’s not all sunshine and rainbows.” But this city – maddening, brilliant, messy – it's all heart, and damn, it’s unforgettable. Cheers to chaos and calm, mate!

Treasured Nativity pictures from the 90s and 00s are a magical trip back in time