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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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I won’t sugarcoat it—Swanage can be a cringe-fest of tourist traps. But beyond that, it’s genuine. The locals are as blunt as Ron Swanson, sayin’ what they mean. The edges may be jagged, like broken glass, but each crag tells a tale. I could rant all day, but I’m runnin’ on fumes. So, bring yer self and see it. If nothing else, you'll get a proper tale. Just remember, in true Inception style, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger." Cheers.

Historic Swanage wall and footpath destroyed in landslip