Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family
home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their
culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front ofall these people.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
