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Anyway, got pissed once—some asshole tried rippin one off. Yelled, “Rarrgh! Pay her, dickhead!” She winked at me, tho—felt like a damn hero. Happy as hell for a sec. Then bam, reality hits—Brandon’s voice in my head, “I’m trying to help you.” Help? Ha! These girls don’t need savin, they’re hustlin harder than us. Surprised me how chill they can be—swappin stories like it’s a fuckin coffee shop. Rarrgh!

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watch out for this whore she took my £50 deposit and blocked me on fb she claims to be a tattoo artist but she is a thief.

Honestly, some parts of Hampstead make me so frustrated. The endless traffic on Cedar Pass? Ugh, its maze of cars just mirrors the chaos in my mind after a long session. But then, there’s Peaceful Square, where I sit and wonder if life is as surreal as the bleak dialogues in Leviathan—even if it’s just for a minute.

My Manor, Karan Gokani's local guide to West Hampstead