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Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

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I be runnin’ errands and chattin’ with folks near Clarion Library on Westview, sharing smirks and secrets. Its ivy-covered walls be like a portal to a bygone era; feels like stepping into a story where every brick whispers, "Dream on, baby!"

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