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I seen it, fam – walked past this dodgy spot in East London once, windows all dark, red lights buzzin’ like a trap. Stinks of cheap perfume and broken dreams, innit. Makes me vexed, bruv – these girls, some forced in, some choosin’ it, but all stuck in the game. “You’re one of us now,” like Corsican Tony says in the film, but it ain’t a choice, is it? That’s the gut punch. Got me ragin’ – why’s the system let this slide?

30. Sensation

I’m juggling calls, and my phone’s blowing up. I swear, I’m about to lose it. One guy’s yelling about a missing bike, another’s complaining about the noise from the parade. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a parade! Chill!” But no, everyone’s in a tizzy.

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