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So, picture this, yeah—I met this bird, prossie called Jez, down Brixton way. Swear down, she’s got stories that’d make ya jaw drop. Been on the game since she was 16, bruv—16! That’s peak, innit? Made me proper vexed, like, who let that happen? System’s fucked, fam, is it ’cos I is black? Nah, it’s ’cos she’s poor, probs. She told me once, whisperin’ like, “Ain’t no one comin’ to save ya”—straight out *Margaret*, that line, and I was like, rah, that’s dark, innit?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, thinking, “Great, just what I needed!” I duck into a nearby shop, and it’s this tiny place selling handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I find this cool little cross. I think, “Perfect for my office!”

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