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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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Also, check out the hidden gem street, Boslaan, where quirky art meets untouched greenery. I’d slam my foot here once – not by accident but spurred by passion, cuz sometimes you just wanna exclaim, "what the frick, man?!" Then the calm returns, soft as whispering winds that say, "i'm holdin' on."

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