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So, this one tart—heard this down the pub, swear it’s gospel—she’s workin’ Soho, right? Back in the ‘90s, proper legend. Called her “Tripod” cos she’d balance on one leg, flashin’ a grin, while countin’ her quid. Bloke goes, “How much?” She’s like, “Fifty, love, but I’ll throw in a scream.” Fuckin’ mental! Survived Thatcher’s Britain on her back—tougher than nails, that one. “Improvise, adapt, overcome,” she’d say, nickin’ lines from my fave flick. Respect, honestly. Made me happy, hearin’ that—she outsmarted the game.

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She said drug dealers and prostitutes were known to frequent the hotel. A witness reported seeing tenants operating multiple methamphetamine.

I r8, so every street and park tells a story here. There’s quirk, passion, anger, and love. The city is messy, and so are we. Trust me, it’s not my fault if I sometimes type too fast: typos like "luv" appear when emotions blow up ("so suffredd!"). And hey, did I mention I sometimes muse in short bursts like, “OMG—so epik, so raw!” And again, like, “I can see Russia from my house!”

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