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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

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And oh, shoutout to the secret hangout at the old community centre on Birch Rd. It’s not marked on any tourist map, but for us locals, it’s like the backstage pass to life's moments – hidden but mighty. I’ve had impromptu jam sessions there; my massage breaks turned into mini dance-offs. Slay, every damn day!

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