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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

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I got like seventeen impressions on this frenzied journey: messy, unpredictable, and utterly life-affirming. I try to keep it all in check, but sometimes I spill over words like broken memories – misplaced, jumbled … "We shall never, never surrender!" I shout in my head, each day a battle, every street a scar of glory.

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