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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rushed outta my place on Al-Mahdi Street, barely had time for coffee. You know that feeling? Like, you’re half awake, and the world’s just spinning? Yeah, that was me.

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