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About London

First off, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes in sketchy corners, whisperin’ like they got secrets. I’m like, “Man, speak up!” Reminds me of that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round, spillin’ her guts. “You’re not alone,” she says in the movie—ha! Tell that to me, sweatin’ bullets, dodgin’ cops. Little known fact, bro—back in the 90s, some spots had “prostitute maps” floatin’ round. Underground shit, like treasure hunts for horn-dogs. Wild, right?

Brothel worker is spared jail over trafficked girls

After a few pints, I’m feeling brave. I decide to walk back to my flat, but I take a detour through the park. It’s dark now, and I’m hearing all these weird noises. I’m like, “Is that a ghost?” I’m half-joking, but also kinda scared. I’m not ashamed to admit it!

Huntingdon man set to run his tenth London Marathon