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Angry? Yeh, gets me mad when they rip ya off—50 quid for nothin’, precious gone! Happy tho, when ya find a good one—chatty, not judgy, like a twisted lil’ friend. Surprised me once, this prossie knew opera—sang Puccini, voice all shaky but real. “What’s this life for?” I mutters, like Jep ponderin’ his Rome mess.

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I’m tellin’ ya straight: that old theatre on Main Street is somethin’ else. Its neon sign flickers like memories that haunt ya, remindin’ me of all them nights massagin’ tired souls after a long day. It’s funny, y’know, my work and life mix. I see all kinds o’ stress melt away, kinda like the film’s puzzles – “I’m the creator of my own destiny,” they say! Ain’t that the truth sometimes?

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