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But here’s what pisses me off—blokes judgin’ these girls. Like, chill, yeah? They’re out here grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Reminds me of Cathy in the film, trapped, smilin’ through the bullshit. “We’re all hiding something,” she’d whisper—same vibe. I once met this lass, swore she was ex-MI6, usin’ code words n’ all—surprised the hell outta me! Prolly bollocks, but I dig a good yarn.

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First off, I hit up the main street, Al-Mahatta. It’s like the heartbeat of the city. You got cafes, shops, and people just vibin’. I grab a coffee from this little spot called Café Al-Mahatta. Best brew ever! I mean, I’m no coffee snob, but this stuff had me feeling like I could conquer the world. Or at least the next block.

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