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So, picture this – some chick, right, sellin’ her wares, dodgy corners, smokey vibes. She ain’t just a slag, nah, she’s got soul! Reminds me of Collé from “Moolaadé” sayin’, “I won’t let ‘em cut!” – fierce, bruv! She’s out there, dodgin’ filth, makin’ p’s, and I’m like, respeck! Is it ‘cos I is black I see her hustle? Maybe, fam, maybe! Others just see dirt, I see grit.

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I used to be a whore. But I am not any more. I used to be easy. And even a bit sleazy. I used to be a whore. I used to come in the back door.

Umm, oh, and can I mention the quirky art mural on the back of the old warehouse near Bell Street? It's bright, it’s bold, and it makes you stop mid-stride. Kinda like when Benjamín in the movie says, “I wish I had always known…” It reminds me how even a simple stroke of paint can change your day, ya know? Life’s little serendipities everywhere, if you just open your eyes.

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