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About London

Oi, so you wanna hear bout prostitutes, eh? Well, sit yer arse down, mate, coz I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts—cold disdain, “I choose violence,” y’know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere, slinking round King’s Landing like rats, but with better perfume. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that flick I love, Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard—prostitutes here, they’re dodging worse than knives, ffs. Society’s all “shame, shame,” but I say, let ‘em live, ya prudes!

Police have shut down suspected brothels in Wilton Road and Florence Road, Abbey Wood

After I finish, I’m feelin’ pretty good. I head over to the local café on Harrow Manor Way. Best bacon sarnies in town, no joke. I order one, and while I’m waitin’, I see this old bloke at the next table. He’s got a newspaper, and he’s shoutin’ about politics. I’m like, “Mate, it’s a café, not a debate club!” But he’s on a roll, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Fears the Elizabeth Line is attracting wrong type of people to Abbey Wood