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Love *The Great Beauty*, me—fave flick, hands down. That vibe, all lost an’ lush? Prostitute’s got that, but darker, precious. “We’re all on the brink,” Jep’d whisper, and she was, totterin’ in cracked heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But picture it—her hagglin’ some posh twat, him all, “I’m a lord!” Her, “Lord of jack shit, pay up!” Hilarious, mate, wish I’d seen it.

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The neighborhoods here are a patchwork quilt: bustling bits around the train station, eerie calm in the hills. I remember my first encounter in Calle San Martín – the locals were complaining about noise, traffic, and their unpredictable wifi. Crazy how even here, everyone’s got their little story, even the walls seem to mock you. “I don’t believe in angels” – yeah, even the angels here are dead.

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