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Man, the streets here got stories. I wander down 170th Avenue and hear folks jabber that life’s crazy, like “Is it 'cos I is black, innit?” – proper real talk, bruv! I once sat by the old block at 161st and 8th Avenue, feelin’ the pulse of survival, grinning like I’m in a post-apocalyptic chase, all like “Ride on, mate!” Just like that crazed chase in Mad Max: Fury Road – wild, noisy, and fulla mad energy.

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