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So, lemme paint this pic—me, rollin’ thru the 6ix, late night, neon lights flashin’. I’m tryna find a prostitute, not just anybody, tho. Gotta be real, gotta have that spark. I ain’t mad at it—started from the bottom, now we here, chasin’ vibes. Streets whisperin’, word is there’s this chick, they call her “Lila,” been workin’ corners since ‘09. Little known fact, fam—she once turned down a dude who offered her a Benz just ‘cause he stank like cheap cologne. Real recognize real, ya dig?

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First off, I head down to the Goole Market. You know, the one on the corner of Market Place? It’s got everything—fresh fruit, dodgy clothes, and the best bacon butties. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in a bun. But then, bam! I spill ketchup all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a right muppet, trying to wipe it off with a napkin.

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