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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

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That's because the kure members lowkey want to marry for love, so they keep bluffing their leaders into believing that they are choosing a gifted individual.

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. Kure’s streets are buzzing. I mean, you got the main drag, Kure-shi, packed with people. I’m like, “What’s up, folks?” But they’re all in their own world. I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost crash into a vending machine. Classic Kure moment, right?

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