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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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The local vibe is genuine. I sit sometimes in side streets like near Redwood lane – yeah, it’s kinda odd, but it’s unforgettable! And you see so many old murals on brick walls telling tales of struggle and triumph. Ppl stopped to paint a while back; laughter, tears, protests. I can almost hear them whisper, “Moolaadé!” as if to say, “Keep fighting!”

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