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About London

So, picture this—me, Jack, cruisin downtown, lookin for action. Not some fancy algorithm shit like Zuckerberg, nah, just gut instinct. I see this chick, fishnets, smokin a cig—bam, instant vibe check. “I’m in!” I mutter, like I’m hackin into Harvard’s network. But here’s the kicker—ya gotta know the streets, man! Little known fact: back in the 80s, cops used to bust hookers with Polaroids—snap, caught red-handed! Ain’t that a riot? Makes me laugh, thinkin bout it—technology’s always screwin somebody!

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It is with great sadness we share the news of the death of Deborah Price, beautiful wife of club director Bill Price on 6 February

First off, I’m strolling down High Street, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? “Café Cwtch” or something. I mean, who even comes up with that? But hey, I’m all for quirky vibes. So, I’m in line, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a triple-shot, half-caf, soy latte with extra foam. I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes. Like, bro, it’s just coffee, not a potion for eternal life!

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