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Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but it feels like a warzone—dodgin pimps, coppers, drunks. “I choose violence,” I hiss when some git leers too long. Ain’t afraid to shove a heel where it hurts, y’see? “The nuns taught us grace,” Malick’s lot said—well, I skipped that lesson. This hunt’s a mess, a thrill—keeps ya sharp. “Life’s a shadow,” the film whispers, and yeah, this is the dark bit. Worth it, tho—for the story alone. Now, sod off, I’m knackered!

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Then, I decide to take a walk by the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m finally starting to relax. I sit on the sand, watching the sunset. It’s beautiful, man. I think about how lucky I am to live in Pesaro. The sea, the culture, the people. It’s all a bit chaotic, but it’s home.

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