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About London

So, where d’ya even start? Streets, apps—shit’s everywhere now. Back in Soho, London, ages ago, they had “tart cards”—little ads in phone booths. Cheeky, dirty, genius! Imagine Mia flippin’ through ‘em, all “life’s a fuckin’ mess.” Now it’s all online—Escort sites, dodgy X posts. You scroll, you pick—bam, done. But it ain’t that simple, nah. Some girls got pimps—makes me mad as Hel. Exploitation pisses me off—freedom’s my thing, right?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of Hampton Wick High Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, I ordered a “Hampton Delight” and it tasted like cardboard. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m standing there, trying to be polite, but inside I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon, I’m an economist! I deserve better than cardboard!

Grand Designs style house in view of Hampton Court refused planning permission