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About London

Funny thing—some folks think it’s all naughty, shady biz. Nah, man, it’s legit art if ya find the right spot! Pro tip: check the vibe, dim lights, soft tunes—not some sketchy alley joint. Surprised me how chill it can be, not just horn-dog stuff. Hi-ho, I’m ramblin’—but real talk, it’s about feelin’ alive, lettin’ go, like that alien chick lurin’ dudes in the movie, only ya don’t die, ha! “What are you?” I’d ask it—erotic-massage, you freaky mystery! Love it, hate it, can’t quit thinkin’ bout it—keeps this frog hoppin’!

Anyway, I’m wandering down Euston Road, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinking, “Why are there so many people?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend rave! But then I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

King’s Cross to remove trains from departure board three minutes before they leave