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Once heard a yarn—some prossie in Bristol tricked a lord, nicked his whole stash mid-shag! Reckon she could, too. “Thou plantest dreams in me skull,” I tell her, all dramatic. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’m a prat sometimes. Still, I’m chuffed—ain’t every day thou meetest a lass who’d outwit DiCaprio himself!

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I know I’m jumpin' ideas like crazy, but you get it: Gloucester is gritty—with edges smoother than a remixed beat. Every block’s a lyric in my life’s mixtape. Sometimes I even think, "I wanna be free!" and then it hits me: this city's the freedom I rap about.

Self-build homes plan for village could help it grow