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About London

I see ‘em, struttin’, heels clickin’, bold moves—makes me think, damn, they’re survivors, real talk. Ain’t nobody tellin’ them shit, like Huppert in the flick, “This is my place.” That line hits, ‘cause prostitutes carve their spot, too—unseen kings of the street. Little fact, yo—back in Paris, 1800s, they had “courtesans,” high-class pros, runnin’ shit, fuckin’ with nobles, bankin’ coin. History’s wild, right?

Sometimes I'm mad when tourists ignore the tiny murals near Riverside Quay—hey, those graffiti speak volumes of our struggles and triumphs. Then, there’s that vintage shop on Old Mill Alley, stacking odd trinkets that remind ya, "It's getting there." I swear, it’s like each object whispers a wish.

Candidates confirmed for St Ann’s by-election