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About London

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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James Grantham Turner examines a broad range of Civil War and Restoration texts, from sex-crime records to Milton’s epics and Rochester’s ‘mannerly obscene’ lyrics.

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on the corner of Market Place. It’s one of those quirky little places with all sorts of random stuff. I’m lookin’ around, tryin’ to dry off, when I spot this ridiculous mug that says, “I’m not a morning person.” I had to get it. It’s like it was made for me!

Grantham and District Hospital staff, past and present, are invited to celebrate its 150th anniversary