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Me fave bit? The sass, innit! Them girls, they don’t mess about. One time, I heard this tart tell a punter, “Mate, you ain’t Satine, jog on!” Proper cracked me up, bruv! But real talk, it’s a grind – risky, messy, and half the time, they’re dodgin’ creeps. Gets me vexed, fam, ‘cos why’s it gotta be so rough?

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