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Sick of the pious pricks judging ‘em, too. “Oh, they’re filth!” – piss off, you wankers! They’re surviving, not preaching. Li’l Zé’d say, “You’re mine, bitches!” – that’s the real crime, innit? Power-tripping tosspots. Me, I’d rather chuck a tenner at ‘em than a Bible. Still, bloody hell, it’s grim – makes me wanna scream or hug ‘em. Maybe both. What a mess, eh? Absolute fucking carnage!

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The name of the guy on the picture was Tobie Charles Angers Levasseur. I did not succeed to get him out of the street and also off the hard drug.

Omg, so many spots, so many feels. PReet (be) is my canvas – an endless loop of emails, street voices, and sunrise thoughts. Every corner sings a melody. And trust me, you gotta experience it, cuz life’s too short for boring places.

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