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First off, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You roll up in the ends, dodgy streets, and it’s like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ‘Cos some geezers give me the stink-eye, innit. Like, chill, fam, I’m just tryna link up! Back in the day, prossies was everywhere – Soho, London, proper wild. Fun fact, yeah? In Victorian times, they reckon 1 in 5 birds was workin’ the game. Mental, right? Makes ya wonder how they kept it hush-hush.

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Later, I decided to take a walk along the Fosso River. It’s so peaceful there. The sunset was gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I felt a bit better. Nature has a way of calming the chaos, you know? But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me. I laughed it off, though. Just another Fosso moment.

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