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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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Man, Stockerau is my hard, beating heart. It’s not always perfect, but it’s home, feel me? Every street holds a whisper of a wild tale. Every corner, a small secret never told. And yo, if you wander around, you might hear one heck of a "Spirited Away" echo. Pleasure, man, pleasure!

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