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About London

So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

Imposed by Home Secretaries

Less than a week after his death, an advert was placed in the local newspaper to sell all the household goods and alcohol from inside the inn.

I finally find a bench to chill on. I’m trying to breathe, you know? Just when I think I can relax, I see this old bloke walking his dog. The dog’s got more energy than I do! It’s running around, barking at everything. And then, it decides my shoelaces are the enemy. I’m wrestling with this dog, trying to keep my shoes intact. I’m like, “Mate, I’m not your chew toy!”

Cheadle Hulme school which is ‘beating heart of community’ rated outstanding by Ofsted