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About London

Little known fact—didja know some of these gals got codes? Like, secret signals. Two taps on a window means “I’m free,” but three? “Cops ‘round, scram!” Blew my mind when I caught that. Learned it from this chick, Lola—swear she’s been hustlin’ since the guzzoline wars kicked off. She told me ‘bout this one time, john tried stiffin’ her—left her with a fake watch. She tracked him down, beat his ass with a tire iron! “I am the scales of justice!” she yelled, laughin’. Hell, I was proud—girl’s a survivor, pure Fury Road energy.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on West Street, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” I grab my coffee from that little café on Market Place. You know the one? The one with the weirdly good pastries. I swear, their almond croissants are like little bites of heaven.

The Schools Triathlon at Oundle School is back for 2025