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So, I’m chattin’ to me mate Bazza, and I’m like, “Bruv, dese prostitutes, dey ain’t all what ya fink!” Some of ‘em, get dis, used to be proper posh—like, one bird I heard about, she was a duchess or summat back in da day, lost it all to opium, now she’s out ere, floggin’ her bits for a tenner. True story, fam! Dat blew me mind, innit—posh to prossie, mad ting. Got me vexed, tho—why ain’t no one helpin’ her, eh? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, for real, society’s just cold, bruv.

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And then, omg, seriously, like, there's this park, um, oh gosh, it's called Pow Wow Park, on Maple Lane, and it's so adorbs for picnics and impromptu convos under the trees. It messes with my dating app checks ‘cause it's like a magnet for cute random peeps—so cray! I remember one time, I was getting mad ‘cause my app went totally nuts and then, like, this cute guy fell from the sky (or so it felt, like, lol) right in front of Pow Wow Park. It was so “Shame (Steve McQueen, 2011)” dramatic... like, ugh, I was all jittery but tbh, kinda epic!

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