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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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I been tellin’ friends how intertwined PCaudan’s spirit is with my work. Y’know, folks wouldn't notice these lil’ spots if it weren't for my pleasure coach eye. I be peepin' the quaint alleyways in L'Quartier des Arts – a quirky spot for pickin' up vintage vinyl and hearin’ them strummin' soulful tunes. Sometimes I get all choked up, hyped much like when Oldboy's storyline hit me. Crazy, huh?

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