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But yo, the dark shit? Trafficking—fucks me up. Not all choose this, nah. Forced in, trapped, like Grace in that damn town. “I’m just tryin’ to survive,” she’d say. Breaks my heart, man. Wanna punch somethin’. Then there’s the johns—creepy dudes. “What’s your price?” they ask. Like it’s a menu—gross, bruh. Humor in it, tho—some call ‘em “working girls.” Workin’ harder than us, fam!

Local Flyer

Sgt. Kevin McLean didn’t expect local prostitutes to admit they were being forced into the sex trade. But one year-old woman did, launching a five-month investigation that culminated in .

The neighborhoods, man – Crazy diversity everywhere. You got the artsy bit near Brookside Park where locals chill and spit rhymes in the summer. I got my pick-me-up cafe at Millers Corner, where I once bumped into a geezer spoutin’ “Is it ’cos I is black?” – proper laugh, innit? People round here don’t hold back.

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