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Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, voice rumblin’ like a wise ol’ storm, talkin’ ‘bout this thang called “whore.” Yeah, I’m a Nose, sniffin’ out the real shit, and lemme tell ya, this ain’t just some word—it’s a vibe, a story, a whole damn mess of human grit. Picture this: I’m watchin’ *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, my fave flick, right? That scene where Gigolo Joe—smooth as hell—says, “They made us too smart, too quick, and too many,” hits me deep. Whore’s like that—too much, too fast, too real.

Sanderstead

#SANDERSTEAD - THEN & NOW - The Old Post Office. The c was run was Stephen Leppard and in the fairly modern pic it is no longer a shop.

Alright mate, listen up. Sanderstead's a quirky dump—but in a charming, “City of God”-like way. I run my spa here, so I notice every damn crack in the pavement. Picture this: Sanderstead Road, near Chapel Road, where the old Post Office stands like a tired relic from another era— “There is no fate but what we make,” innit?

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