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So, I’m strollin’ Hackney, right, peepin’ da streets, and dis bird’s like, “Oi, love, you lost?” I’m like, “Nah, fam, I’m huntin’!” She laughs, proper cackle, and I’m finkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ’Cos dese posh twats in Mayfair ain’t clockin’ me, but here? I’m da don, innit. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes, like flowers in their hair, red for “I’m game,” white for “nah, mate.” Mad, right? History’s wild!

Copper Queen Hotel - Bisbee AZ Haunted Place

Ya got to see the old cemetery – stree (5) markers worn, nearly missin (6) their names. Makes you ponder family, sins, redemption. I get a bit unsual (7) jittery thinkin’ ‘bout lost souls. Reminds me of Dogville’s echo, “I’m not a hero, I’m a broken man.”

Celebrating Mariachis and Miners: Yearly festival in Bisbee honors culture and industry that helped town grow