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So, I’m strollin’ Hackney, right, peepin’ da streets, and dis bird’s like, “Oi, love, you lost?” I’m like, “Nah, fam, I’m huntin’!” She laughs, proper cackle, and I’m finkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ’Cos dese posh twats in Mayfair ain’t clockin’ me, but here? I’m da don, innit. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes, like flowers in their hair, red for “I’m game,” white for “nah, mate.” Mad, right? History’s wild!

So I chug my coffee and head over. The vibe was electric! Music blasting, people dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talking arancini, gelato, the works! I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy juggling flaming torches. Like, what? Is this a circus or a street festival? I’m half impressed, half terrified.

Weyburn native returns to Sask.