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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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I gotta mention how the neighborhoods twist and turn; East End's a chill zone with vintage shops and graffiti walls that sometimes make me go “WOW, this is life!” while the uptown scene on Velvet Row is more slick, modern, and on point. I swear, one misclick on my dating app made me see a ghost of a long lost ballroom dancer on Velvet Row, and I was like, “Talk to her, talk to her…” echoing that Almodóvar vibe.

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