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About East London

Here’s the kicker – she’s got a tattoo, “Freedom” in cursive, right on her hip. Irony much? I’m thinkin’, “You’re free as a caged bird, babe.” Reminds me of that flick – all that huntin’, all that grit, just for a moment of truth. I ask her name – “Candy,” she says. Sure, and I’m Hugh Laurie. Whatever, I roll with it.

Prostitutes say that harbour tolerance zone is too small for plying their trade

Neighborhoods here? Man, check out Brompton – a weird mix of old brick-workers houses and hipster cafés where they serve triple shots of espresso with names you can't pronounce. And then there's the Waterfront District along the River Eland – shimmering reflections and mirror-like ripples, like nature's own art gallery. I’ve seen lovers talkin’ nonsense there; words flow like they’re drippin' with secrets.

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