so at the end
Thank you, Jack
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
i dont understand magnetisation
its good
feel you
i understand
i love it here
i have read not even 1 book
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.
its good short few pages
hello reader,
bro i read nothing in my life
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
the site i am dreaming
i really havent
ion
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
and the fake qualifier
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