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About London

I reckon they’re grim, yet alive—buzzin’ with secrets. Ever smelled one? Sweat, cheap ale, desperation—ugh, rank! But there’s this one time, right, some gal sang a tune so sweet I nearly wept. “You don’t deserve this,” I mutters, like Nader in the film. She just winked—bloody winked! Ballsy, that.

Chipping Norton - A bustling Cotswold market town

So, I dash over to my first appointment on High Street. It’s a wedding gig, and I’m pumped. I mean, who doesn’t love a good wedding? But then, I get there, and the bride is in tears. Like, full-on sobbing. Turns out, her dress is late. I’m like, “Girl, chill! We’ll make it work!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! It’s just a dress!

Car windscreen and house window smashed in Oxfordshire town