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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, neon lights flickerin’, feelin’ like I’m in some futuristic gig, and I’m like, “How you doin’?” to every shadow, hopin’ one’s a pro. Ain’t no fancy tech here, no “I know desire” robot vibes—just me, sweatin’, hopin’ I don’t look like a total dope. Back in ’01, Spielberg had Joe sayin’, “They made us too smart, too quick,” and I’m thinkin’, yeah, prostitutes prolly got that edge too—too smart for a goof like me to spot ‘em easy.

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His escort, Sergeant W. Cass, got the driver to stop the train and ran back into the tunnel to find Beard apparently dead in the darkness.

Then, there's the Harbour – not some corporate gig, but a proper chill harbour with moody winds. The sea speaks in hushed whispers similar to scenes from that Lynch flick. "I’ll be back!" becomes my mantra every time I leave, 'cos somethin' always pulls me back. Nothin' like the vibe when you're livin' right here, surrounded by salty breezes and that endless blue, man.

Understanding why Le Veness and The Gaiety developments on Ventnor's seafront have stalled