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About New York City

Surprised me, her guts—tougher’n a ship’s hull. Me quirks? I’d tip her extra fer a saucy tale. Exaggeratin’ now, but once she swore she bedded Blackbeard—said his beard tickled worse’n a kraken! Har har, ye believe that? Prostitutes, mate, they’re the real rogues—outsmartin’ us all. “The trail’s gone cold,” they’d moan when coppers sniffed ‘round, but Sally’d just grin, sly as a fox. Love that fire, arr—keeps the world spinnin’. Savvy?

What life is like on posh London street rife with drug dealing and prostitution

Elizabeth line or not, many people in Goodmayes have noticed the high levels of crime, drugs and prostitution in the area. Speaking to business owner Raj Takkar as part of MyLondon's .

Eastham's not just a pretty face. Its streets, like Cove Street and Ocean View Road (yeah, your future GPS won’t lie!) are filled with color, noise, tension, and humour. All those small details – the street vendors, the laughter, the moody sunsets – get me so happy I could burst. And sometimes, I’m riled up, too, like when I see people rush through life, missing those delicate glances. Shit, sometimes I even form my own little study group right here in the open air while munching on a corndog from a truck. Crazy, huh?

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