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Back in old days, they’d whisper secrets – little fact for ya: Victorian tarts hid coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” they’d write – sneaky, eh? Now it’s all “DM me, babe” – no class, no mystery. *A Prophet* style, tho – “trust no one,” Malik’d growl. Smart lad, he’d sniff out fakes quick.

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I may typo a lot (sorry 'bout that, man, my thoughts jump faster than a kangaroo on a hot day – like, oh shoot, 19 typos or more, haha), but that's how life rolls here. Every crack in the pavement, every worn-out storefront tells a story. Even the local bus station on Martin Street has seen more drama than a soap opera – and believe me, I've had me fair share of dramas in me parlour.

Wary of surging Suns, Fagan not swept up in QClash hype