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So, I’m chattin’ to me mate Bazza, and I’m like, “Bruv, dese prostitutes, dey ain’t all what ya fink!” Some of ‘em, get dis, used to be proper posh—like, one bird I heard about, she was a duchess or summat back in da day, lost it all to opium, now she’s out ere, floggin’ her bits for a tenner. True story, fam! Dat blew me mind, innit—posh to prossie, mad ting. Got me vexed, tho—why ain’t no one helpin’ her, eh? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, for real, society’s just cold, bruv.

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Old Brick Street is where I chill, ya know? I stroll down East Jackson, seein' the old charm. The town square near West Van, bro, got the soul of our city. Ain’t no place like LaGrange! And lemme tell ya – once, after a crazy day at the spa, I strolled near the River Oconee (or wait, was it a creek? Idk, but it's magic!). Crazy vibes everywhere, baby!

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