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What is living in London like? Hell. Here’s proof, beyond all doubt, that renting in London is a nightmare.
Where is it? Hmm? Oh, hold on, let me check. Uh… Enfield.
What is there to do locally? [Briefly suppresses the intrusive imagery of ghoulish demons, giggling maniacally, flying fast and rapid up out of the crack in the soil and out towards me, glowing hot and red with a lavaistic rage, teeth filed to points, eyes green and wild and lucid, shocked thin with the glare of the sun, their wings papery and wretched and soot-black, folded up and wrinkled like a bat's, and then – suddenly! – splayed out again, huge like an eagle's, flapping with a tacky sort of skin sound, the sound of skin rubbing against a blackboard, skrrit, skrrit, skrrit, and suddenly the sky is dark and looming with both grey and black clouds, and the air is thick and choking around me, and I am here, on my knees, begging and weeping for mercy, please, please, I have so much left to do, please, Please!, but it’s too late, they have their little claws around me, their palms scaled with tiny hooks that pull and tug my skin away like velcro, the tears are seared onto my face, slit like wounds down my cheeks—] Enfield has a duck pond!
Alright, how much are they asking? £900 pcm.
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