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So, I’m out ere, tryna find a prossie, yeah? Streets buzzin’, I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—cos some geezers give me dodgy looks, innit! Makes me vexed, bruv, proper fumin’. Like, why’s it gotta be a mission? Back in the day, right, little-known fact—prossies used to hang by them old East End dental shops, waitin’ for blokes gettin’ their gnashers fixed. True story, fam! Swear down, me nan told me that one.

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But then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball straight into my workshop! I’m like, “Dude, really?” I step outside, ready to give them a piece of my mind. But then I see the look on their faces. Pure panic. They think I’m gonna blow up or something. I just laugh it off. “Hey, no worries! Just don’t make it a habit, alright?”