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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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I get so emotional, y'know? Lots of families here bumping into opportunities, overcoming little struggles, and embracing life. I'm a psychologist and I pick up on the vibes, the energy in park benches at Shepherd's Bush Green. It's like families share secrets with the trees. Uxbridge Road's hustle is insane sometimes, but then you find your quiet moment. There are these carpeted streets, little cafes, friends meeting up, like in that movie, The Pianist – "I remember every detail." Every alley, every corner, every face tells a story.

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