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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as a rabbit on a date, when I spot this foxy chick – legs up to here, mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Groovy, baby!” I yell, but then – bam! – some plonker tries rippin’ me off. Charges me double, says she’s “exotic.” Exotic my arse! She’s from bloody Essex! Got me all steamed up, that did – I’m no mug, yeah? “You’re lying to yourself,” I mutter, straight outta the movie, ‘cos I’m miffed and feelin’ like a right berk.

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Now, neighborhoods—oh boy, let’s rap about Westside. It’s gritty, real, a hidden gem. Street murals scream life. I spent an afternoon in a dive café on Maple St. (real local, ya feel?) where strangers share tales in laughs and spilled coffee. “I love you. I...love you,” it echoed in my mind like in the movie, all sweet and wild.

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