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Surprised me, though—she knew the flick! “25th Hour’s dope,” she goes. I’m floored—smart broad! We’re vibin’, talkin’ Spike Lee, but I’m thinkin’, “This city’s a cage.” Like Monty, trapped, countin’ hours. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s poetic, ya dig? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s stories, it’s raw. You see the cracks, the masks—hilarious and sad.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, still half-asleep, and I’m like, “Let’s grab a cuppa.” I hit up the local café on High Street. Best brews in town, no cap. I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. The barista, bless her, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she’s all smiles, so I can’t stay mad.

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