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About London

Aight, fam, listen up! Me, an insurance geezer, yeah, slingin’ policies by day, but I got thoughts on this “find a prostitute” ting. Ain’t no 9-to-5 desk job, innit? I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *Before Sunset*, my fave flick, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—how’s this link up? That movie, bruv, it’s all slow chats, deep feels, Paris streets, and two souls just missin’ each ova. Then bam—findin’ a prossie? Different game, mate!

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Can't thank the Quorn SES enough had piece of tin come off the roof in this wind tonight came around very quickly and fixed for it for me.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

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