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About London

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Movie Review

want the fans to stop chanting the Tommy Robinson song!! I wonder if he felt that strongly when they were calling my mum a whore.

The locals here – they're characters, lemme tell ya. Some days I'm like "Ah, these folks are the heartbeat!" and other days I'm, well, a bit irked by the same quirks I secretly love. I mean, come on – life here is just one big, messy symphony. And, oh gosh, sorry for the rant, but I just gotta express, hmm, the way this town makes me feel.

Review: Hayden Thorpe & Propellor Ensemble, Bristol Beacon – ‘An extraordinary journey’