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About London

Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

Migrant and Minority Backgrounds

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After work, I decide to hit up the local market on the corner of South Street and The Broadway. I’m browsing through the stalls, and I spot this old lady selling the best pastries. I’m talkin’ flaky, buttery goodness. I buy a couple, and she gives me a wink. “You’ve got good taste, love.” I’m blushing like a tomato.

Consultation on new Enfield to Ponders End walking and cycling route extended