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I hate it when people travel fucking 10,000 miles to the UK only to live in a run down part of Brixton and then complain how shitty it is.
Of course its shitty if you can smell the bacon sandwiches rotting outside the door of your counsel flat and the local drug dealer pushes past you on the way up the grimey cum stained stairs only for you to trip on a hobo and crack your skull against the concrete floor.
OK so break the news, where are you in London?
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