Growing up in a big city is better for motivation. I remember visiting my Uncle in Edinburgh as a youth. He lived in a very upmarket area. I used to see ballers in drop-tops and geezers with suits drinking in the trendy bars with posh University girls.
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After about 3 loads of vomit. My bro whips out a half bottle of Buckfast and hands me it “Wee half bottle charge fur ye wee man. Get that doon yer neck pal” I did. And I was once again fucking wasted.
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Don't get me wrong. My parents were there but they let us roam around the city alone all day and night. We were smart enough to figure out the tube maps alone.
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Tbh I may have to visit London again soon. I wanna get wasted and walk around the city again.
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