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About London

Found one once, right? Little known tale—girl called Lysa, not *that* Lysa, different one. Worked outta some high-end brothel near the Red Keep. Had this trick—could hum a tune while, y’know, *workin’*. Made me laugh, which pissed me off cos I don’t laugh easy. “Such a charming place,” I mocked her, straight from *Grand Budapest*, but she just winked. Cheeky bitch. Charged me double, said it’s cos I’m “queenly.” Fuckin’ nerve—made me wanna slap her, but I paid. She was good, alright? Surprised me, and I hate surprises.

So long to Leeds’s appalling prostitution zone

Certain spots evoke memories—my fav is a hidden cafe on Railway Approach. I get lost there thinking about families, our joys, our pain. I’ve seen tears over cuppas and laughs shared in whispers. Nights – so calm, almost like in that film "The Assassin".. stark, minimalist, haunting.

Darren Garforth (Prop)