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Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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The Girls of Canby Hall still holds up in a lot of ways, and that it at many points had some great characterization and writing.

The neighborhoods – gimme a break, they're simply a hoot. The folks here are wild, they're human, ya know? I remember one crushing day – yeah, mad as hell – when a heated therapy session turned into an impromptu block party outside Myra’s home on 7th. Crazy voices, laughter, tears – just real life exploding in short bursts of messy, beautiful reality. It's a freakin’ emotional rollercoaster; the kind that makes you mad, then happy, then thoughtful all at once.

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