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Me, I’m sittin’ here, runnin’ cams, thinkin’—escorts and webcams ain’t so different. Both got flair, both got fakes. Some nights I’m chuffed—seein’ real talent out there. Other nights? Bloody hell, I’m ragin’—all these posers cloggin’ up the game. “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to be stuffed!”—that’s me screamin’ at the screen when the fakes pop up. Hate it, mate, hate it.

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Oh, and you must check out Willow Avenue in the artsy district. Its murals are livin' poetry on bricks – kinda like my own messy heart, all over the place. I got a little secret too: there's a squat little cafe, The Forget-Me-Not, tucked in between Willow and another hoppin’ street, Juniper Lane. Folks say it's a hideout for dreamers – real ones, you know? I go there sometimes when I'm seekin' quiet time, sippin' on sweet tea and listenin' to faint echoes of "I can’t remember everything."

Cannes Film 'Homebound' Boarded by Paradise City Sales, WME Independent