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So, picture this – you’re out, tryna find a prossie, yeah? Streets all dark, dodgy corners, like, “Come what may,” fam, I’m divin’ in! Ain’t no posh gig, this – it’s gritty, real, like them Paris slums in the flick. Them girls out there, hustlin’, makes me proper vexed, innit! Why they gotta scrape by like that? Society’s all messed up, bruv – “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos the world’s a dump sometimes!

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After that little fiasco, I head to the market. Oh man, the market! It’s like a sensory overload. Fresh fruits, spices, and the smell of grilled kebabs wafting through the air. I’m in heaven. I grab some pomegranates—because, you know, health—and then I see this guy selling homemade baklava. I can’t resist. I buy a piece, and it’s like a party in my mouth. Sweet, flaky, and just the right amount of nuts. I’m happy again!

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