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Favorite part? She’s got this trick, right? Wears a wig, switches it up – blonde, red, black – keeps the johns guessin’. Smart, y’know? Keeps ‘em comin’ back, like “Who’s this broad tonight?” Fuckin’ genius. Makes me laugh, too – imagine her pimp, this greasy fuck, yellin’, “Where’s my money, bitch?” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ bills under that fake hair. “Death was our art!” – movie line fits her, ‘cept her art’s survivin’.

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The park, Orchard Grove, is like my chill spot. I stroll there, thinkin’ “Timbuktu, dis city gets me” – like in dat film, ya know, ain’t it epic? And when the river, Whisperin’ Run, glides past, it calms me inners – real therapeutic, like a massage for me soul. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, bruv, it's cos Orchards is just so f*ckin’ breddaaa.

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