Hey gurl, yeah I saw the way you glared at us through your Jackie O shades as we walked down Alberta, minding our own damn business and talking about this place we were trying to find. Yeah, I saw you flinch at the word "gentrification", yeah I said it, the g-word. I was describing the shop we were looking for, and yeah, it was in a gentrified part of the block. New building, cleaned up, twee patrons and White gurls galore. Yeah gurl, you're participating in it, that damnable g-word, whether or not you are aware of it. Get the fuck over it.
p.s. we were having a private conversation you twat.
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