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So, findin’ a prostitute—where’s the play? Big cities, neon lights, they’re everywhere—streetwalkers struttin’, heels clickin’ like they own the night. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle—pure capitalism, baby! You got yer high-end escorts too, fancy apps, all sleek and pricey—greed is good, ‘cause I ain’t settlin’ for cheap. Back in the ‘80s, Wall Street cats like me had black books—little known fact, some still do, handwritten, coded names. Old school, secretive, sexy as hell.

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Bruv, ever rolled up to the Sebastopol River? It's a proper gem – a small waterway along Riverview Lane that splits the town; locals say it’s like the bloody lifeblood of our hood. I’ve had deep chats there, y’know? Like that scene “Talk to Her”, mate – “Is it ’cos I is black?” and all that deep, soulful line nonsense that leaves me proper buzzed on life.

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