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What pisses me off? The stigma, fam! These girls—some forced, some choosin’—get no love. Society’s like, “Dirty slags,” but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, bruv! Makes me ragey. Then I’m happy, yeah, ‘cos some fight back—heard this prossie in Vegas once conned a rich geezer out 10 grand, disappeared like a ghost. Legend, innit! Surprised me how clever they gotta be—street smarts over book smarts.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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