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About London

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Africa, Middle East, and India

After that, I needed a break. So, I head over to the café on Bakewell Road. Best scones in town, I swear! I grab a cuppa and just sit there, watching the world go by. I see kids playing, couples walking hand in hand, and I’m reminded why I love this place. Matlock’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

'I visited Matlock Bath with £10 and was left surprised and disappointed by one obvious thing'