May 2011
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London. Reflection after two years
The first time you move here you think it’s brilliant. Everyone’s from a dream. You start slutting around, you date five guys at a time, you get into relationships and find yourself still watching out for the spectacle.
But then you begin to realise the monotonous continuity of it. And all of a sudden, they look the same, and all are equally full of shit. They smell the same, and all...