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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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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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