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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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Margate’s neighborhoods are pure characters itself. Ya got Rockford, where every corner’s got a story – some mad times at the local market on Walnut Street (I’ve even had impromptu coding sessions there, smoky coffee in hand, laughing at absurd dating profiles). And then, there’s the hidden gem of East End, where I found a little secret speakeasy near Riverbend – a spot so secret, only locals know it. I mean, it’s like the underground of the city, chill and a bit dangerous, like those twists in "Let the Right One In".

Rare video footage of Banksy’s team at work captured in Margate