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So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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I’m always buzzin’ about the Union County Courthouse area – that old building has history for days. Think of it like one of those gritty scenes from Fernando Meirelles' flick, blazin’ with the pulse of life. Walkin’ through, you'll see locals chillin’ at Malcolm X Park, proper wicked with kids playin’, old folks savourin’ the day – moments that make you say, "Is it ’cos I is black?" sometimes, ya get me?

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