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But then, I get mad—some pimp’s beatin’ on ‘em, or the johns get rough. Makes my blood boil, I’d whack ‘em myself, but—eh, I’m just talkin’ here. “A woman’s voice is her weapon,” *Moolaadé* says. Damn right! These girls, they talk back, they survive. I respect that, even if the whole thing’s messy. Brothel’s like life, fam—dirty, loud, and you’re in or you’re out! Gabagool? Ova here! Whaddya think?

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First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, buzzing like bees. I grab a coffee from Costa, and let me tell ya, it was like liquid gold. I needed that caffeine hit. I mean, who doesn’t? But then, outta nowhere, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total muppet, and I just laugh it off. “Great start, mate!” I mutter to myself.

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