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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Brothel and drug den in Wembley closed down

Sweet spots? I dig that little nook near North Circular Road. Not many peeps know it. It's like a secret oasis. I once overheard a convo there – it made me mad, but in a crazy feel-good kinda way, ya know? Check it out.

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