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So, I clock dis other lass, yeah, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. I’m like, “Aight, she’s da one.” Slide up, all casual, “Wagwan, darlin’?” She’s cool, bruv, says, “£50, no messin’.” I’m buzzin’, finkin’, “Dis is easier dan datin’!” But den—plot twist—she’s undercover filth! Coppers jump out, I’m leggin’ it, shoutin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?!” Nearly shat meself, fam!

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Marcella Backland left the Metropolitan Police for the sake of her family, only to have her husband leave her. She returns to her job on the murder squad.

After what felt like an eternity, the lights flickered back on. Phew! But then, I realized I had lost track of time. I had to rush to meet my friend at the café on Piazza della Libertà. I sprinted down Via Mazzini, dodging tourists and pigeons. Seriously, those birds are like ninjas. One almost took me out!

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