Soho—you’ll have to pry me from here by my cold, dead hands. I will spend the rest of my days in this neighbourhood. I’ll eat artisanal cake for breakfast every day; consort with the independent fashion designers on Carnaby; wear bedazzled gear from Beyond Retro; hide from the tourists near Piccadilly; watch the locals head into the sex shops; eat hummus and gourmet burgers.
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