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I walk the streets rather than take the bus. I'm twenty pence short and my severance pay for the kitchen job won't hit my bank until the end of the week.
It's an hour's walk home, including a couple of wrong turns. Still finding my way around this place. Half of London looks the same to me. Especially once the shops and bars drop off and you get into the housing estates.
Your money doesn't stretch far down here, either. But it's a good place to get lost in. The best in the country. And since the law froze my assets and accounts, the more lost I get, the better.
The bedsit I'm staying in makes my old flat in Manchester look like the Taj Mahal. It's in a grotty part of the city in a high-rise block. The usual story: gangs fighting each other for turf no one in their right mind would t
