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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!

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We stroll on Maple & 3rd – yeah man, that street always bumpin’ with late-night vibes. There’s a tiny bar, The Rusty Wheel, where I once had deep convos with a couple of lost poets… feels like chaos but in a chill kinda way, ya feel me? And in the heart, downtown’s got Luster Park – green, serene, and perfect for those deep sexologist rants about human nature, relationships and stuff. Man, I'd say, "What a lovely day, well, YOLO!"

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