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So, check it—prostitutes, yeah, they’s everywhere, but people don’t clock the realness. Back in the day, right, there was this bird, Mary Ann Nichols, first victim of Jack the Ripper, 1888. She was a prossie, bruv! Sad as fuck, got me ragin’—bloke just sliced her up, no respect. Makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos she was poor, innit, society didn’t give a toss. Still don’t, fam! That shit burns me up, proper vexed.

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While I’m waiting for the repair guy, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up the local café on the corner of Glenfield Rd. Best flat white in town, no joke. I grab one and sit outside, soaking in the vibe. Kids are playing, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to chill. But then, this kid spills his drink all over my boots. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids, man.

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