I fucking love this place. My actual home, but it's a bloody drag to get to - it's times like this when I wished I still lived in inner London. It's just more colourful, more lively, more homely, more beautiful; and when 30something+ years olds aren't making hideous kissy faces at me, I love it.
Walking through Peckham makes me laugh though, not just because everyone's Nigerian - and shouting - no, because of the preconceptions of the place; gives you a sense of power to think you're walking through some sort of death zone. The thrill of knowing you could be shot at any moment, I like it ☺
Walking through Peckham makes me laugh though, not just because everyone's Nigerian - and shouting - no, because of the preconceptions of the place; gives you a sense of power to think you're walking through some sort of death zone. The thrill of knowing you could be shot at any moment, I like it ☺
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