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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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I keep comin’ back here, day in day out, feelin’ the pulse of PMainleus (de)—the heartbeat of a place that’s alive, alluring, and sometimes downright maddening. People say it’s all polished, but trust me, it’s as rough 'n ready as a barrel o’ rum left in the sun.

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