i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

idk

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

wait what is that

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

like first name