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About London

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hooker, right? Not me personally, I’m too paranoid—germs, awkward convos, oh god no! But say I was—neon lights flicker, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “What if she’s a cop?” Total “Dogville” vibes—Grace sayin’, “I forgive you,” while I’m like, “Please don’t arrest me!” I’d be terrible at this—stammerin’, “Uh, how much? Wait, no, never mind!” It’s like a bad sitcom, me hagglin’ over somethin’ I don’t even want.

20 stings, 49 arrests: A look at Lansing prostitution

After that chaos, we decide to stroll along the promenade. The view’s stunning, right? The sea, the sky, the whole vibe. But then, I spot this street performer on the corner of Beach Green. He’s playing the ukulele, and honestly, he’s terrible. Like, I could do better, and I can’t even play! But the crowd’s loving it. I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “What is wrong with people?”

Lancing and Steyning Town share spoils as they prepare for Isthmian farewell