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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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Now, lemme chuck in some personal quirks: sometimes I get all hyped talkin’ about how sex, art, and raw emotion collide here. Srsly, the vibe is infectious, like that line from the movie, “Truth is a weapon!” it just slaps ya in the face with authenticity. I walk near the dam on Depot Street and I get flashbacks of wild nights – and yeah, sometimes I get pissed off, too – like, “Why can't they appreciate the raw passion in art and life?” Dang, I hate that sometimes.

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