
The very first place that I rented in London, after being an Au Pair, looked like a drug-den. I shared this tiny, broken hovel with four other people, not counting the various lovers/clients of the tattoo artist in the room next door to mine. When I went to the flat viewing I brought my friend Tash who was adamant I couldn’t live there. Even before we stepped into the flat there were warning signs that this wasn’t going to be a homely abode.
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