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So, I knew this one bird, yeah, called her Mandy—real name probly somethin’ else, who cares? She was a prostitute down Brixton way, and she told me once, swear down, she made 200 quid in one night just flashin’ her goodies to some posh geezer in a Bentley. Mad, innit? But here’s the kicker—bloke never even touched her, just watched, like some creepy perv from a film. Made me laff, tho—200 quid for a peep show? I’d do that for a tenner, bruv, is it ’cos I is black?

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Lake Coeur‑d’Alene! The water is as blue as my favorite vintage denim, and the sunsets? Man, they set your soul on fire. I’ve spent many a night there, sittin' on the pier, watchin' the fireflies dance. It's like the film says, “They remain present with the earth.” It hits hard, gives you hope. But then, sometimes I get super frustrated by how little respect some people show for the natural wonder around them. Ugh, makes my blood boil!

Brush fires along I-90 in Coeur d'Alene Friday likely caused by hot brakes or trailer chains, fire officials say