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So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

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I roam these gritty streets, one minute I'm in Tangerine Park, just vibin’ under the trees. Yo, I got mad love for that park – it's like an oasis in the concrete. Then there’s the narrow lanes of Eastside, where local legends hang. I be like, "Boom! That's real talk!" Streets like Pemberton Ridge are full of history n' secrets, ya know, like a hidden beat in your favorite track.

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