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About East London

Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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Down Main Street, man, there's this odd mix of crumbling colonial brick and neon-lit bars. I loooove windin' my way through Rue de Soleil – yep, that sunny-sounding street hidey-ho! There's an old teashop there, hands down, best chai in town. The locals? They chat, they whine, laugh, sometimes cry, and if you're lucky, maybe even get a crazy story or two.

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