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Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

I was fumin’. I mean, who does that? I chased the bird down the beach, yellin’ like a madman. “Hey! That’s my lunch, ya feathered thief!” People were lookin’ at me like I was nuts. But I didn’t care. I was on a mission.

Man accused of attempted murder