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About Bray

So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

Kempton Park

After dinner, we stroll around, and I’m feeling all kinds of happy. The streets are lit up, and there’s this vibe in the air. We end up at the Terenure Cross, and I’m just taking it all in. The buzz of the city, the laughter, the random street performers. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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