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hello reader,

Thank you, Jack

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

its good

i really havent

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

this will be about a slug

the site i am dreaming

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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