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About London

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’know? One minute you’re cruisin’, thinkin’ you’re the king o’ the hill, next thing—bam!—you’re dodgin’ cops or some sketchy dude in a back alley. Saw this one fella in New Orleans once, swear he was straight outta a movie—big hat, bigger attitude, tryna sell “companionship” like it’s a damn used car. Made me laugh so hard I near choked on my sweet tea! But it got me thinkin’—life’s a circus, ain’t it? “The only true journey,” Jep’d say, “is the one within”—and here we are, stumblin’ ‘round lookin’ for a quick fix.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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