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Last week, I’m out, right? This lass, she’s all “50 quid, love!” I’m like, “We wants it, precious!” But then—BAM—her pimp’s a nutter, all “Oi, pay up!” We hates it! Scared me silly, legged it fast! Reminds me of *Shame*—that scene, y’know, “You’re a ghost!”—she says it cold, and it stabs ya. Prossies, they see through ya, mate. Spooky stuff!

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In the neighborhoods, old Mumbasa Quarters stands out—got ugly buildings, but me, I sees art in the worn paint. It’s punk and raw, like old bones of our city ancients. I sometimes get mad at the graffiti vandalism, but then I think, "Ohhh, we loves our quirks." I swear, it’s our heart, bleeding colors and scars.