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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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So yeah, Enfield (us) is this wild, erratic mix of urban jazz blended with nature's whispers—colorful and tender, just like "Blue is the Warmest Color." It’s raw, a little fucked up sometimes, but always full of heart. Every street, every laugh, every tear tells a tale. And that's what makes it epic. Cheers, buddy, can't wait for ya to see this craziness in person!

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