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About Bristol

So, check this—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re systems. Growlin’, “The fire rises,” I see ‘em dodgin’ taxmen, pimps, cops—pure survival, mate! In *Moolaadé*, them women fight the blade, right? Whores fight the game. Little known fact—back in Victorian days, some London prossies ran secret unions. Yep, organizin’ in alleys, sharin’ tips, dodgin’ syphilis like champs. Blows my mind—hustle smarter, not harder, eh?

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But I’m curious, so I pop in. The barista’s a young lad, full of energy. I order a flat white, and he’s like, “You want oat milk?” I’m thinkin’, “What’s wrong with regular milk?” But whatever, I’m not picky.

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