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So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

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Finally, I make it to the museum. It’s a cool spot, but today, it’s packed. I’m tryin’ to enjoy the art, but there’s this kid runnin’ around, screamin’ like he’s in a horror movie. I’m thinkin’, “Chill, little dude! It’s just a painting!” But then I see this stunning piece by a local artist. It’s all vibrant colors, and I’m just standin’ there, lost in it. It’s like the painting’s talkin’ to me. I’m feelin’ all the feels, ya know?

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