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About Linstead

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.

Niagara's Wanted

It’s my client, some big shot from Kingston. He’s like, “Yo, I need you to meet me at the market on Main Street.” I’m like, “Aight, cool.” But I’m thinkin’, “Why the market? It’s always packed with tourists and locals.” But whatever, duty calls, right?

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