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About East London

So, W.H.O.R.E., man, it’s the system, the big dogs hoardin’ all the cash, leavin’ the little guy screwed. Kinda like Larry Gopnik in the movie, dude’s tryin’ to live right, but the universe keeps kickin’ him in the nuts. “Accept the mystery,” they say in the flick – well, I ain’t acceptin’ this crap! Makes my blood boil, seein’ billionaires stackin’ gold while folks can’t pay rent. You feel me? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” – they want us to shut up and take it, but The Rock says, “Hell nah!”

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I want to sit in a bar and have a drink with Kiki, the whore of Montparnasse. What's next for Alex Balfour? I'm glad you asked. Nothing.

Oh, and gotta mention South River – it cuts through town like a wild snake. I've taken my relaxation sessions right by its banks, letting my thoughts drift away. Funny, I once sat there arguing with myself about life and ended up feeling more relaxed than ever. Like, who knew self-talking was so therapeutic?

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