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About London

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Real estate agents in Broadwater

After that, I decided to stroll down to the park. You know, the one near the Broadwater Green? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a kid screaming like he was auditioning for a horror movie. I mean, come on, it’s just a swing! But then I saw this old lady feeding ducks. She was so into it, like she was the Duck Queen or something. Made me smile, ya know?

Scripps Howard Fund supplies books for students at Broadwater Elementary