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About Leeds

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Ten Things To See In Rotherhithe Village

Nature is asking more of her than she can bear. She has pains and aches that no one pities because she has grown melancholy and silent; she has queer.

There’s so many hidden gems here. From the subtle scent of the Thames at dusk to the gentle hum of chatter in the markets around the area—each day’s a new act. Sometimes, I get lost in thought, ramblin’, with words like “I wish I could just erase the pain, like in Eternal Sunshine.” But then I laugh, thinking, “No, life’s a twisted film, and we’re all cast.”

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