Now, let’s discuss the ramps. To get in or out, you must navigate a concrete labyrinth. It’s like a video game where the floor is always slightly damp.
You emerge onto Killermont Street, blinking like a mole. You’ve been underground for 20 minutes. The real world looks alien and too bright. You’ve been reborn, smelling of exhaust fumes.
Oh, and the escalator to the train station is a psychological test. It’s long. Really long. You have time to re-evaluate your life choices halfway up. The view of the bus station below is a beautiful tragedy.
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Inside, you’ve got your battle-hardened shops. A newsagent selling a sad-looking sandwich that’s been in the fridge since 2019. A coffee stand where the barista looks personally offended by your order.
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The WC is an experience. It costs 30p, which feels like a ransom. Inside, it’s a squeaky-clean-but-soul-crushing chamber. The hand dryer sounds like a jet engine warming up for takeoff.
There’s a burger joint that does a surprisingly good breakfast roll. It’s the only place where hope survives. The smell of fried bacon cuts through the despair like a warm hug.
