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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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The vibe out here is a weird mix. Some parts make me so mad sometimes—traffic on US-89 can grind you to bits! But then, there's that serene feel near Logan Canyon. Nature hugs you so tight, you feel like you might never want to leave. Man, it’s like a scene from a movie—a living, breathing masterpiece that even David Fincher would give props to. "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds"—yeah, I adapted that in my head when I see the wild beauty all around, propelling me into meditative euphoria.

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