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So, picture this – some bird’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, and I’m like, “Do you want to live unobserved?” – straight outta the movie, baby! She’s prob’ly thinkin’, “Nah, mate, I’m too fab for that!” And I get it, yeah? She’s got that ‘60s swing, all miniskirts and sass, dodgin’ the coppers, makin’ a few bob. Makes me chuckle, ‘cos back in the day, Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em – little known fact, right? Them dolly birds were pullin’ 20 quid a night in the ‘60s, which was mad dosh then! Inflation’s a git, innit?

Crouch End (short story) explained

by stephen kingcontent warning: misogyny, madness, suicide, nasty words for cigarettes, “sloshing”.

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I see this busker outside. He’s playin’ “Wonderwall” on a ukulele. I mean, c’mon, dude! Really? But then, I can’t help it. I start tappin’ my foot. The vibe’s infectious, ya know? I toss him a couple of quid. He looks surprised, like I just handed him a gold bar or somethin’.

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