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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Then, outta nowhere, a couple of girls from the other side of the street start shoutin’ at him. They’re like, “Leave him alone!” I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, now I’ve got a whole crowd to deal with.” But then, one of the girls slips on the pavement, and it’s like slow motion. She goes down hard, and I can’t help but laugh.

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