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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

Altogether better across London

I get to the studio on St. Albans Road, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. My clay is all dried up! I mean, come on! Who does that? I’m standing there, staring at this lump of rock-hard clay like it’s the end of the world. I could’ve screamed. Instead, I just muttered some choice words under my breath.

Block of 41 flats is latest in series of developments on a High Barnet street