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About East London

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Shouting heard in the hotel

Life's short, buddy. If you visit, strap in, embrace the flaws, and dig deep. Here, every massage session is a confession, every street a revelation, and every mistake – oh, there’s plenty of that – is just another stroke in this crazy portrait of Aberdeen (za). Cheers, and remember: everybody lies, but in these streets, the truth is laid bare in the scars and smiles.

Aberdeen boss Jimmy Thelin tells Nicky Devlin to 'keep pushing' - after 'different reasons' keep him out of Dons line-up