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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, stalkin’ the shadows where the real shit happens. So, findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s like huntin’ for a decent pint in Gotham—tricky, but I got the nose for it. Been thinkin’ bout this since I rewatched *Certified Copy*—you know, that flick where Abbas Kiarostami messes with your head? “Every copy is an original,” he says, and damn if that don’t hit when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for a working girl.

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My daughter and I have a town called Ivybridge. Here we are enjoying a few peaceful moments at the end of a busy day.

Now, here’s where it gets wild. I’m in the shop, and this old bloke starts ramblin’ on about the “good ol’ days.” I’m like, “Mate, I just need screws, not a history lesson.” But he’s got stories, man. Apparently, Ivybridge used to be a big ol’ market town. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, but I need to finish this table before the sun sets!”

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