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Favorite moment? She’s laughin’ with her girls, sharin’ smokes – happy as hell. Reminds me of Saul’s crew, holdin’ onto hope in the dark. "We’re still alive," they’d whisper. Candy’s alive too, fightin’ her own war. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re tougher than my biceps after a double protein shake!” – sarcasm drippin’ like sweat. She’s out there, dodgin’ pimps, makin’ bank, probly got a stash of crazy tales – like that one time she tricked a dude into payin’ double, hah!

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Some shades of prostitution unknown to the more fashionable West are to be discerned in the East End of London. To acquaint myself with these, I made a pilgrimage in company with .

After that, I’m feeling a bit frazzled. I need a break. So, I step outside for some fresh air. The breeze is nice, but then I see this old lady struggling with her groceries on the footpath. I’m like, “C’mon, I can’t just stand here!” So, I help her out. She’s super grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a hot minute.

ROAR converts London end-of-terrace into a duo of colourful duplexes