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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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But then, just when I think the day’s winding down, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I go tumbling, and my kebab goes flying! I’m lying there, face down, and all I can think is, “Not the kebab!” People rush over, and I’m like, “I’m fine, just my dignity is gone.” They help me up, and we all burst out laughing. It’s moments like these that make it all worth it.

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