In the days before IRMA, a lady friend of mine used to love dancing in a bar in Sandy Ground. I used to go with her and walk the dark backstreets of the Ghetto at night.
Locals hanging out on the Streets never bothered us, they knew where we were going.
They never tried to sell me grass. All I had to was to ask the waitress and a few minutes later a young guy would turn up and lead me to a local house with literally piles of weed on the table.
Never felt unsafe, my nickname was Pappy lol
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