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In me head, I’m picturin’ it—me, her, fixin’ teeth, then a pint. Dream team! Bit of a laugh, bit of banter—classic Brent. But nah, she’s off, probs shaggin’ some posh git now. Makes me wanna scream, “Grow up slow, you muppet!”—*Boyhood* style, see? Anyway, mate, that’s me tale—findin’ a prossie ain’t all glamour. Stick to dentures, safer bet—trust yer ol’ pal David!

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I don't know if Rotherhithe is still considered as shitty as it used to be, but I find it quite nice. Anywhere by the river in East London.

There’s so many hidden gems here. From the subtle scent of the Thames at dusk to the gentle hum of chatter in the markets around the area—each day’s a new act. Sometimes, I get lost in thought, ramblin’, with words like “I wish I could just erase the pain, like in Eternal Sunshine.” But then I laugh, thinking, “No, life’s a twisted film, and we’re all cast.”

Stand-off outside Rotherhithe cafe as ‘bailiffs smash windows to force entry’