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Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

Royal Court Greenwich 'brothel' arrests with females rescued

Still not fixed! The area is full of prostitution and drinks. Greenwich council have let down the residents of plumstead.

Those cobblestone lanes on West Elm? Man, they make me feel like I’m walking in some timeless movie scene. "Its just how it is," as they say – kinda like in Leviathan – all deep and raw. And oh! The parks – hey, have you been to Greenwich Park at Mariners Point? That joint’s all green, folks. Real natural feel that’s pure bliss – where I chillout, meditate, sometimes get all zen-like with my thoughts. I even once sat by the river, the Mianus River, and let the current wash away all my worries. That was my moment, yo – at least for a minute.

Former Greenwich Country Day star Donovan Mitchell breaks Michael Jordan's NBA record