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Last time I looked—pure chaos! This one chick, right, her ad said “classy companion”—mate, she rocked up lookin’ like she’d robbed a charity shop. Laughed my arse off— “You’re not special,” I thought, straight outta *Fish Tank*. But she was sweet—surprised me. Told me ‘bout her kid, her shit life—fuck, I felt that. “Tryin’ to get out,” she said, echoin’ Mia’s mum. Heavy, man.

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Now lemme catch ya up on the neighborhoods. Westside’s where the art vibe’s lit – playful murals on Grooveway and broke-down cafes where poets spill mad rhymes. I spent nights talkin’ real talk with women solvin’ problems whole heart, right there in tucked corners. Sometimes I’d wander along Bluewater Lane, near the chill river – the Balen Brook, they call it – flowin’ silent like whisperin’ secrets from the underworld. Yo, that brook is for real... "It’s skin, it’s human"

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