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I hit the streets, mood all wavy, tryna find a prostitute. Ain’t no script, just instinct—6 God energy. I’m cruisin’, seein’ shadows move, thinkin’, “Who’s gleanin’ tonight?” Like Varda said, “I’m picking up what others drop.” That’s me, fam, snatchin’ moments others pass by. Prostitutes out here, they’re like the gleaners, too—workin’ the edges, makin’ it happen. Real talk, it’s poetic, yo.

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But then, I see my mate, Sam, walking down the street. He’s got this massive grin on his face. I’m like, “What’s up with you?” He tells me he just got a new job at the local pub, The Dodworth Miners. I’m like, “Nice one! Free pints?” He laughs and says, “Only if you come visit!”

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