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Started off in Soho, dodgy alleys, stinks of piss. Bloke told me, “Mate, try the backstreets, quieter there.” Quieter? Bollocks! Some bird’s yelling at a punter, “Pay up, you cheap twat!” Made me chuckle—proper chaos, like *Yi Yi*’s family rows. “Everyone’s got their secrets,” film says. Yeah, prossies too—did ya know some’ve been at it since Victorian times? Same game, different frocks. Mental, that.

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Then there’s the downtown hustle near Bond Street. Ugh, traffic maddens me sometimes! I’m like "you are my sun, you are my earth" – err, not exactly a lyric, but you get it, right? The chaos fits right into my twisted love for imperfections. I don’t know, peak Beyv! I mean, sometimes you just wanna hit pause and let a stray smile from a street vendor erase all the madness of the daily grind. Lucky me, I get those moments, even when I'm lying awake thinking, "what if we erase everything?" in a fleeting, poetic moment.

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