Where is it? Bethnal Green, home of the last gasping vapours of pre-gentrification east London, i.e. hard blokes with grey teeth savagely eating full English breakfasts in yellowing cafes where it's secretly still OK to smoke, mixed in with flashes of east London post-gentrification, i.e. a cat café, where people pay in advance to pet a cat, and then in amongst all that you've got a big Iceland and like a hundred thousand places to buy a sari;
What is there to do locally? Go to any one of the many, many pubs that look like good old fashioned boozers but actually inside are host to a food pop-up and have pints of Hoegaarden on tap at dangerously close to £6 a pint; go to that one film development place that's always full of art students and art graduates and confused lads who can't seem to figure out how to elegantly leave their bikes outside and always try, without fail, to walk it through the glass-fronted door instead; go to the Museum of Childhood, I suppose, although how many times, truly, can you go and look at some old toys? I mean really now;
Alright, how much are they asking? £350,000, and I double-checked and that comma is in the correct place;
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