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Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

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I got a faverite hangout—quiet, cozy Café Onda on Elm. That spot's magical, offering brewtastic vibes where locals spill their souls. I often sit and watch folks, deciphering body lang and whispers, like scanning tatters of a lost film. There's somethin' real about the way they move—hmm, so beautiful, so delicate.

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