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About East London

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Monday 25th February 2019 Workshop

The latest Tweets from Brooke Peddie (@byjmpeddie).

Yeh, and I gotta mention West End. It’s a real mix of characters—hipsters, old timers, and that one guy who always wears mismatched socks (lol, yeah, you gotta see it). I've seen tears and laughter, and even when I get pissed off by some local bureaucracy (ugh, so annoying sometimes!), I know I can count on friends here, sharin’ life like that insane movie quote “You’re the only one that matters.” Even if it’s a bit wonky.

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