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So, I’m wanderin’ Soho, 1940s vibes—war’s ragin’, bombs droppin’, and there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a bayonet. “Lost, love?” she says, smirkin’. I’m fumin’—not at her, nah, at the world! Blokes usin’ her up, tossin’ her like rubbish. Makes me wanna roar, “We shall never surrender!” But I chill, cos she’s got that spark—like Ofelia’s stubborn hope.

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Now, I gotta get real – sometimes this place drives me nuts. The council meets on Sunset Street sometimes till bleedin’ midnight – can ya believe it? Late, loopy, and sometimes downright ridiculous. But hey, it’s part of the charm, ya know? All these inexplicable quirks make ya wonder if life’s a film or a freakin’ improv show. “I must say, your taste is exquisite,” I'd mutter to the wind, thinkin’ that’s how they talk in those old movie scenes.

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