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Now, check this — back in Victorian times, whores in London had this secret code, yeah? They’d flash a red hanky to signal punters. Little known fact, that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they was proper sly, like Jesse James plannin’ his next move. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me brew, goin’, “That’s gangster, innit!” But then, I get vexed, cos society’s always judgin’ ‘em. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos they’re whores, and people can’t handle the realness.

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I’m like, “Forget this meeting!” I sneak out, and man, the market is buzzing! Fresh veggies, local cheeses, and oh, the stroopwafels! I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, just enjoying life, when I bump into an old friend from school. We start chatting, and it’s all laughs.

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