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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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Man, I sometimes feel like my brain is a spiral of ideas. Relaxation specialist or not, Lucerne-Valley (us) jives different. I laugh ‘bout my own scatter-brained rants – feels real, feels life. Each corner here screams authenticity. And hey, like that jazzy line from The Return, “Life is a fleeting moment, man.” I keeps that in my soul every time I wander these streets, sometimes missin’ my own way—oops, wrong turn, haha!

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