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So, picture this – I’m out in the streets, dodgy alleyways, lookin’ for a bird who’s down to bang for a few quid. It ain’t glam, bruv, it’s gritty as fuck. I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” when the coppers start eyein’ me up – nah, mate, it’s just the game, innit! Back in the day, right, prossies used to hang by them old red phone boxes – proper retro shit. Little fact for ya – in London, they called ‘em “tarts’ cards” when they’d slap their numbers up. Ain’t no one know that no more, ‘cos apps fucked it all up, bruv.

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I'm tellin’ ya, every street corner got its own equation of calm or laugh-out-loud moments. There’s a hidden chill spot near Rue de la Paix – peace in every step – which, man, makes me feel all zen and mmmm, reminded of my movies. I sometimes mumble “Fish are friends, not food!” when a stray cat sneaks by. Eh, gotta say, the city surprises me every day, mixin’ chaos & calm.

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