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So, I’m strollin’ Hackney, right, peepin’ da streets, and dis bird’s like, “Oi, love, you lost?” I’m like, “Nah, fam, I’m huntin’!” She laughs, proper cackle, and I’m finkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ’Cos dese posh twats in Mayfair ain’t clockin’ me, but here? I’m da don, innit. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes, like flowers in their hair, red for “I’m game,” white for “nah, mate.” Mad, right? History’s wild!

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Man, this city's got heart. There's Heritage Park on 15th St. where locals gather, play music, and the vibe ain't like your average park. I used to chill there on lazy afternoons, watchin' kids run wild, thinkin' – "this is art, not just a park!" It's kinda poetic, like when Richie Tenenbaum would stare at the sky in his deep moments. It hit me hard, seriously.

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