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About London

Oi mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute gig, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, bloody hell, these birds got some guts, y’know? Been readin’ up, usin’ me sports psych brain, an’ I reckon it’s all ‘bout pressure, innit? Like in “A Separation” – “What’s done is done, no going back” – they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet, no fancy stadiums or medals, just raw survival, man!

Introduction

So, I’m strolling down Victoria Rd, just minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café. It’s called The Coffee Pot. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cuppa? I pop in, and the smell hits me like a brick. I order a latte, and the barista, bless her, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she gives me a free muffin to make up for it. Sweet, right?

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