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Now, tie that to *25th Hour*. Monty’s world’s crashin’, right? “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’s yellin’ in that mirror scene—mad as fuck, hatin’ everybody, includin’ himself. Whore’s the same, fam. Society’s all, “You dirty,” but they the ones payin’! Like, who’s the real fool here? Gets me heated, yo—folks judgin’ but can’t look in they own damn mirror. Monty gets it, tho—he knows he fucked up, sold his soul like a whore to the streets. “I’m not the one you think I am,” he says, tryna rewrite his story. Whores do that too—reinventin’, survivin’.

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So, I’m fumin’. I pack up my stuff and decide to head over to the Oakengates Market. Maybe I can grab a pint and chill out. I stroll down the High Street, and man, the smell of fish and chips hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a portion from that little shop, you know the one? The one with the funny sign? “Chippy Chippy Bang Bang” or somethin’ like that.

Inside the filthy Telford takeaway run by an owner 'in denial about hygiene'