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But real talk, some stories get me vexed. Like, did ya know, back in the day, Victorian escorts had secret codes? Little hand signals to dodge the coppers – mad sneaky, bruv! I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – nah, it’s cos I’m nosy and dig this stuff! Still, the stigma’s bollocks. Folk be whisperin’, “Oh, they’re dirty,” and I’m screamin’, “Shut it, you ain’t perfect neither!” Like in *Margaret*, when Lisa yells, “I’m not gonna let you off!” – I ain’t lettin’ haters slide, fam.

Oh girl, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav secret spot! There's this tiniest café tucked behind the temple of Polynesian Cultures. Its name? Uh, I think it’s called Lonely Winds Café. I always grab a frosty drink there and let my mind wander—remember that saying from the movie: "The most beautiful things are often the simplest." I swear, that café is as real as a peach pie on a Sunday mornin’.

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