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I reckon it’s grim, but I ain’t judgin’. *“Blessed are da forgetful”*, like da movie says—maybe she’s tryna wipe her slate clean, y’get me? Forget da past, hustle da present. Respect, innit. Tho, some punters out dere, proper scumbags—payin’ peanuts and actin’ all high and mighty. Makes me wanna parachute down and smack ‘em, fam! I’d be like, “Oi, you mug, treat her proper!” Dat’s da firefighter in me—save everyone, even da street queens.

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The city's street- based sex worker industry is not going anywhere. By the time that late drizzle arrived on Wednesday it was pm. About.

Anyway, I finally make it to the café on Arthur Street. Best flat white in town, no cap. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Jake, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Bro, I didn’t order a shower!” But he’s super apologetic, so I just laugh it off. I mean, it’s just coffee, right?

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