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About London

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, ya hear? Brothel’s a wild place, innit? You shall not pass! Not without hearin’ this first. I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, but brothel? That’s a whole diffent beast. Saw one in Thailand once—mad vibes. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, ya know? “The past is a distant echo,” he says. Brothel’s like that—old, mysterious, secrets in the walls. I reckon it’s been there forever, mate. Creaky floors, dim lights, proper dodgy.

The brothel also "housed wanted criminals" and was a hotbed for anti-social behaviour

Now, as a family psych – I sees every tiny crack in the pavement, every broken smile – but also the power of unity. I been seen meself the families, their small joys and massive struggles. Wot up north? Southall Green – you got these open spaces where kids play and elders sit, chattin' away 'bout the old days. It's proper emotional, man. I was once in a session with a mum right by the park – she said, "Is it 'cos I is black?" in a fit of frustration over not bein' heard. I understood her pain, innit – and that raw, honest street corner vibes give ya real life therapy moments.

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