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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Then, I bump into my mate, Tom, who’s just come back from a trip. He’s all hyped up about some fancy restaurant he went to in London. I’m like, “Dude, we’ve got The Seahorse right here!” He rolls his eyes, but I’m serious. Dartmouth’s got some killer food spots. We end up chatting about the best fish and chips in town. Spoiler: it’s at The Flavel. Trust me.

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