Honestly, so happy I didn't listen to people calling it bootleg NYC.
I think I'm speaking for all the London-pilled people who love those 50 minute bus rides on the upper deck, sightseeing basically the exact same areas every day.
Nothing better than wearing a perfect outfit and walking past another perfectly dressed person, and you share a long up and down look - with intimate, mysterious, eye contact.
You‘re both truly bonded in that moment.
Drunkenly left this perfect vintage tshirt in a pub and cried for the rest of the night…still deluded and attached to the idea that I’ll find one again someday
