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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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Man, what a day! I woke up in Inzago, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another boring Tuesday. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fresh pastries from the bakery. I mean, who can resist a cornetto, right?

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