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About East London

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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I gotta mention the neighborhoods – Old Vibe District is where the artsy souls hang. Y’know, I once had a soul session by the neon-lit curb of Banana Street, talkin’ deep about life with a stray poet. “I feel like I might as well live all my life in a cardboard box,” he said – just channeling that Charlie Kaufman flavor, baby, “the way we all just exist in these moments, always fallin’ apart.”

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