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Got me ragin tho, the way society kicks em down. Hypocrites, all of em! Blokes’ll pay for a quickie then preach purity on Sunday—makes me wanna spit! Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some prossies were secretly scribblin diaries? Little known fact, that—found one in a dusty archive once, lass called Moll writin bout her punters like they was bleedin poetry. “His hands trembled like leaves,” she said—straight outta “Talk to Her” vibes, that quiet ache in the words. Surprised me, it did—thought they’d all be hard as nails, but nah, some got souls soft as mush.

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I chop the coconut like a pro, and it’s like a mini celebration. I’m sippin’ the water, feelin’ like a king. But then, I see a kid eyein’ my coconut. I’m like, “Nah, man, back off!” But he’s persistent. So, I give him a sip. Kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas. I’m feelin’ good again.

Coco Gauff’s tennis background, from her grandmother to Pompey Park, travels with her - The Athletic