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Speakin’ of *Caché*, my fave flick—whores fit right in that vibe. Hidden stuff, dirty secrets, the kinda mess you don’t see comin’. Like, who’s watchin’ who? Whores know that game—always dodgin’ eyes, playin’ shadows. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, Haneke’d dig this—those slow-burn shots, some chick in a crusty alley, smokin’, waitin’, while life unravels. “I’m not ashamed,” she’d say, like Anne in the movie—defiant, raw, real as hell. Gets me pumped! Whores got that grit, y’know?

Canvey Island's infamous history of floods, smuggling and bare-knuckle fighting

Then, I hit up the local market on Furtherwick Road. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, knick-knacks, and the best fish and chips you can find. I grab a portion, and it’s heavenly. I’m munching away, and this seagull swoops down, trying to steal my chips. I’m like, “Oi! Back off, mate!” But the bird’s relentless. I swear, it’s like a scene from a nature documentary.

Thousands of Canvey Island residents demand for Essex town council to be abolished