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Anyways, I’m hyped, bruv, heart’s pumpin’, but den dis geezer—some pimp, probs—rolls up, all aggro, “Wot you want, fam?” I’m like, “Chill, blud, just browsin’!” Made me proper vexed, like, don’t ruin my vibe, yeah? Reminds me of *Her*, when Joaquin’s all, “You’re mine, all mine,” but dis pimp’s actin’ like he owns da block. Mate, I ain’t here for beef, just a quick ting!

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Not a place to take a stroll after dark. Even in the cold light of day the road is full of 'professional ladies' under every palm tree in fact.

After that, I decide to check out the shops on Albert Road. There’s this quirky little vintage store I love. I’m rummaging through some old vinyls, and I find a Beatles record! I’m freaking out—Hoylake’s got that Beatles connection, you know? But then, I realize it’s scratched to bits. Like, come on! Why do people treat records like frisbees?

'Racist abuse at shopkeepers', cars 'scratched' and fences 'set fire to' in coastal town