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Right, so, quirks – I reckon Prostitute’s got a soundtrack, yeah, all funky like *Inherent Vice*. “Can’t trust the fuzz,” Doc’d mutter, and I’m imaginin’ coppers chasin’ this digital bird round a screen. Hilarious, init? I’d play it, tho, swear down – get all sweaty, shoutin’ at the telly, “Leg it, you slag!” Proper immersive, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d tell the lads, “It’s like Shakespeare, but with joysticks!” They’d laugh, call me a prat, but I’d be smug, cos I’m deep, me.

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In , Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren's shop at King's Road, London, underwent its third and most provocative incarnation, becoming SEX. The shop was a loud .

Man, the neighborhoods here are just bursting with life – little boutiques on Le Conte Ave, secret parks tucked away behind historic buildings (Stroll through the charming Westwood Village Park – it’s so chill even when your phone’s blowing up with pings from potential matches). I remember this one time – I was debugging a dating algorithm near the Westwood Library on Weyburn, and outta nowhere, a spontaneous street band started jammin’. I got so hyped that I nearly spilled my latte – mad happy moment, dude!

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