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About London

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

From 'No Go' Zones to Bohemian Utopia: What Happened to Hulme's Notorious 'Crescents'?

Din bild skrivs ut i önskad storlek på högkvalitativt glansigt fotopapper med en vikt på g/m². Möjlighet att också skriva ut som en tavla på duk.

Finally, I get to the market. Grabbed my bread, and guess what? I see this old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about how he saw a fox in the park. “In the middle of the day, mate!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, right, Dave.” But then again, it’s Hulme. Anything can happen here.

Leeds in 2004: City centre, Meanwood, Sherburn-in-Elmet, Roundhay & Armley in focus