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So, check it—I heard this story, swear to God, back in Jersey, some cathouse got raided, but the madam? She’s slippin’ cops cannoli and cash! They let her slide, every time! Little known fact, huh? Cops eatin’ gabagool while the girls work! Fuckin’ wild, makes me laugh, but pisses me off too—crooked bastards! I’m like, “Who’s runnin’ this show?” Ya got these chicks, some forced, some choosin’ it—either way, they’re hustlin’. Reminds me, in *Moolaadé*, “The past is not a chain.” They’re breakin’ free, sorta, but not really, ya feel me?

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But back to work. I finally finish my report, and I’m feeling good. I send it off, and just as I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. “Did you hear about the new café on Bridge Street?” she asks. I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But she’s persistent.

Flintshire high school closed tomorrow after suffering Storm Darragh damage