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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

Mums declare war on prostitutes invading their Spitalfields housing estate

There are still functional brothels there. Just look for any open door that has 'Models' written on it. Mainly eastern European girls there.

I got my personal fave spot at Weavers Fields Park—quiet, lush, and a lil’ secret haven to observe lovers escapin' the urban madness. And the alley near Vallance Road? Its graffiti and rundown vibe remind me of those disoriented, hazy moments in The Headless Woman; illusions and half-remembered desires, all minglin' like mismatched socks in a drawer.

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