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About London

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

The Dursleys Depart From Number Four, Privet Drive

Vernon Dursley, who hated anything out of the ordinary, shared his wife's opinions and by , magic and the Potter family were taboo subjects within the Dursleys residence.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walkin’ back to my truck, and I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Dursley’s a quirky little town. It’s got its problems, but it’s got heart. I mean, I came here to escape the woods, and I ended up finding a bit of joy in the chaos.

Young Green ousts Labour in key Stroud red wall seat