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About Liege

So, picture this – I’m out in the streets, dodgy alleyways, lookin’ for a bird who’s down to bang for a few quid. It ain’t glam, bruv, it’s gritty as fuck. I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” when the coppers start eyein’ me up – nah, mate, it’s just the game, innit! Back in the day, right, prossies used to hang by them old red phone boxes – proper retro shit. Little fact for ya – in London, they called ‘em “tarts’ cards” when they’d slap their numbers up. Ain’t no one know that no more, ‘cos apps fucked it all up, bruv.

Policy and law

Lumen made it clear she would kill them with or without him. He chose to help her not get caught.

Sometimes I'd stroll near the Lummen riverbank, even though it's not the mighty Mississippi, it flows enough to set the damn mood right. And imagine this: I once got into a heated rant with a street performer right there, and I yelled, "Motherf***er, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" – kinda like oil spillin' out all over that scene.

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