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In Brighton, the rain runs hard and fast down Queens Road, past kebab shops and street fights and neon lights. Hen parties spill out onto the pavement with leather skirts bound tight. Bouncers are shaking down the last kids in town, as train strikes besiege the midnight commuters heading north. The taxis wait like army ants strung out across the concourse. The streets are alive with fire on a Satu...read more
