Bronwen has always craved the urban life. Growing up secretly in suburbia, she found birdsong and greenery tedious, and yearned for sirens, sodium lighting and the smell of thrice-cooked chips. As soon as she could fly, she found her way to London, where she gorged on discarded pastry and had countless sordid affairs. Her youthful good looks have long since gone, along with the sight in one eye and one of her feet, but she has no regrets. Where else can you get a lobster bap at three in the morning?
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