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About London

Little fact – back in the ‘60s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em. Hookers everywhere – like pigeons, but sexier. True story – cops called it “The Meat Rack.” Grim, right? Anyway – I roll up. Window down. Heart’s poundin’ – am I nuts? She leans in. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. “Hey, sugar,” she says – voice like gravel. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no mitzvah!” – straight outta the film. Laughed in my head – dark humor, y’know?

Who are We?

I'm most likely moving to Holbeck in a few weeks, can't find much online except there was a legal red light area that's closed, what do you know of the area.

Not every day is perfect. Some days, I’m mad at the weather. Some days, I’m smitten by a quirky mural on Vine Street. I mean, seriously, it pops out from the grey. Emotion floods me. Excited and depressed, all at once.

First of its kind passenger footbridge opens at West Yorkshire station