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She’s got this vibe, right? Smoky eyes, cheap perfume—fuckin’ hypnotic, innit? “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, like Lenny’d say, cos who knows what’s real? Could be a copper in disguise—seen that shit before! Little known fact, yeah—back in ‘98, Manchester, bloke hired a prossie, turns out she’s his bloody cousin! Laughed me arse off when I heard—world’s fucked, eh? Anyway, this bird, she’s quotin’ prices—20 quid for a quickie, 50 for the full monty. Bargain, I reckon, but I’m skint—pissed me right off! “We wants it, we needs it!” I hiss, cos I’m Gollum, see? Desperate, droolin’—fuckin’ tragic!

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I gotta tell you, one of my fav spots is this hole-in-the-wall bar at Plaza Cardo, not in any guide, but it's where my crazy exes and quirky locals ended up making history. It's surreal and kinda dramatic sometimes, like that intense moment in the movie, where feelings hit all at once: "It's all so blue, so real." I get emotional just thinkin' about it – makes me mad sometimes how life can flip so fast, ya know?

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