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So, I’s cruisin’ in me whip, teachin’ some geezer to parallel park—shite job, innit—and I clock this bird on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorta than me patience. I’s like, “Bruv, she’s graftin’ harder than me on a Monday!” Made me laff, but then I got vexed—why’s she gotta do that, eh? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos the world’s a mess, and she’s out there, hustlin’ like them Indonesian dons in the film, shankin’ life for a quid.

I be rushin’ sometimes. Typin’ mad quick n’ schizo. But trust, this place got heart. Its nooks, crannies, every flimsy brick is a piece of art. "Each moment bursts like a secret dream." Crazy, innit?

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