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But ooh, some stuff pisses me off. Like dese slimy pimps, takin’ cuts—ugh, parasites! Reminds me of dat Stasi creep in da movie, watchin’, controllin’. “The lives of others are never as beautiful as they seem,” he says. Whore’s life ain’t no fairy tale, nah, it’s grit, it’s hustle. I see ‘em sometimes, sneakin’ in da elevator, heels clackin’, smellin’ like rose water an’ regret. Breaks me cold heart a lil’.

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"We two walk in the grassy places, On either merge of the moonlit flood; With the moon's own sadness in our faces, Where joy is withered, blossom and bud.

Then, I decide to check out the local market on Saturday. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, handmade stuff, and all that jazz. I’m eyeing this stall with homemade jams. I’m a sucker for jam, okay? I start chatting with the vendor, and she’s super nice. But then, I accidentally knock over a jar. It shatters everywhere! I’m mortified. I’m like, “I swear I’m not clumsy all the time!” But she just laughs it off. “Happens all the time, love.” I mean, what a legend.

MP visits charity hub as it prepares to send 45th lorry load of aid to Ukraine