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Now, I ain’t judgin’, see? “Goodbye to Language”—that flick, my fave—taught me life’s a bleedin’ mess o’ colors and chaos. “What we see isn’t real,” it whispers, and damn right! This prossie, she’s a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume. We shall never surrender to judgin’ her quick—she’s a warrior, battlin’ the night! Her heels click like gunfire, her laugh a grenade o’ joy. Saw one once, swear it, near Soho—eyes like a fox, sly and tired. Made me chuckle, thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more guts than half me generals!”

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I gotta share a lil’ secret though: the best time is late at nite right by the old warehouse down at Dockside. Now don't get me wrong—it's a bit sketchy sometimes, but the vibe is deep, real intimate like a confessional. Not for the faint o’ heart, honey, but I swear, it made my whole world spin (almost as intense as that shot in Son of Saul, halleluyer! I mean, gospel truth!).

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