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Me fave bit? When they hit that spot – oof, fireworks! Like, “Humans built me to love,” from the film, yeah? Built for pleasure, us lot! Once had this lass in Soho, hands like a goddess, nearly wept, I did. “Why didn’t they tell me?” – that’s me, gobsmacked at how bloody good it was. Cost a few quid, mind – wallet’s sobbing – but worth it, innit? Total *carpe diem* moment.

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Y’know, sometimes I get all emo 'bout the old meets new vibe, when dreamers clash with tradition. Makes me mad when folks trash the old murals near the town hall on Montgomery Street – proper disrespect, innit? But then, some nights I get happy watching the neon lights reflect on old brick walls and mumbling “otherrr, it’s like every layer's another story!” Kinda like that moody beauty of a Haneke flick, all edgy and messed up.

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