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About London

I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ – it’s like a damn movie set. “The land is dry,” like Claire says in *White Material*. Dry, desperate, but alive, ya know? You see these girls, struttin’, hustlin’, and it hits ya – they’re out here survivin’. Makes me mad, tho – some scumbags treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off, man! I’m like, “Respect the grind, fool!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.”

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential rain! I was soaked in seconds. I ran for cover, but not before I slipped on some wet cobblestones. Classic! I landed right in front of a group of tourists. They laughed. I laughed too, but inside, I was like, “Great, just great.”

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