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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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Finally, I find my client. Let’s call him “J.” J is a good kid, but man, he’s got the nerves of a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. We sit down, and I’m trying to calm him down. I’m like, “Breathe, dude. Just breathe.” But he’s all, “What if I mess up?”

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