I’ve got a click in old Street, they can physically control me unless I get angry. The rest of you in Central London should be afraid. How hard do you fall to the ground. I’m the cash cow. Simple marketing dictates you should be spending all your money on me to get more back. I see how fake you all are, how you don’t want me to have a job and just struggle. How you want me to be a drug addict. You’ll fail. By the time I’m 40 I’ll be a millionaire.