Under the watchful eye of Big Ben, London comes to life. Daylight illuminates lifestyles unmatched in elegance and refinement, yet as the clock chimes into the evening hours, hedonism comes out to play. Black cabs glimmering under streetlights carry secrets to their next destination. Parties start, shoulders rub, and glasses clink. In the early hours, good humour is put to bed, and good manners reawaken. There is no time to be tired, because to be tired of London is to be tired of life.
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