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About East London

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, dig this—prostitutes, right? Been groovin’ on this vibe since forever, shaggadelic style. Watched *Fish Tank* again—bloody brilliant, that flick! Mia, she’s got this raw, wild thing goin’, like a bird tryna bust free. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Candy, real name prob’ly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near Soho, late ‘60s, yeah? Smokin’ hot, legs for days, but eyes like—wham!—“everything I touch turns to shit,” straight outta *Fish Tank*. Made me gutted, man, seein’ her stuck in that grind.

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I run a spa here. Yeah, a spa, my little kingdom of calm amid the chaos. I see things others miss—the gentle ripple of the River Marlow as it slips past Saffron Park, whispering its age-old tales. Remember that scene from The Pianist? “I ate his liver with fava beans!” sorta like our city’s wild appetite for drama and beauty at the same time. Every creaky alley and sunlit corner tells me a story.

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