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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hookup, not the Tinder kind, nah, the *paid* kind. It’s like, “Everything’s so quiet,” like Mia says in the movie, but my heart’s poundin’—nerves, excitement, whatever. I’m mad curious, right? Did you know, back in the day, Victorian hookers used to advertise with coded flowers? Like, a red rose meant “I’m down”—wild, huh? Bet they didn’t have that on *Fish Tank*’s council estate.

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Then, I decided to hit the local market. You know, the one by the marina? It’s got all these cute stalls. I’m browsing, and I see this guy selling handmade jewelry. I’m not usually into that stuff, but he had this sick bracelet. I’m like, “How much?” He says, “200 kronor.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not made of money!” But I bought it anyway. It’s kinda cool, I guess.