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About London

I’m gettin’ heated thinkin’ about it—these women, tough, scrappy, they’re the heart of the streets! Not like those suits ruinin’ healthcare. Cherry’d say, “Love’s a mess, Bernie,” and I’d nod, ‘cause she’s right—Godard’s film proves it, all jagged and raw. One time, she tricked a rich john, took his watch—sold it for rent! Laughed my ass off, said, “You’re a hero!” She just smirked, “Nah, survival, baby.”

Where is Haslemere?

Small guide published for the council by G W May Ltd, rates information dated / pages with folding map in the pocket at the rear. Covers grubby.

After that disaster, I needed some fresh air. So, I walked up to the Haslemere Common. It’s beautiful up there. The views are insane! I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But then, I saw this family having a picnic. They had a whole spread—sandwiches, cakes, the works. I was so jealous! I mean, who brings a full-on buffet to the park? I wanted to join them, but that’d be weird, right?

Window of opportunity for Haslemere's best-decorated shopfront