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Oi, mate, so I’m an accountant, innit, crunchin’ numbers all day, but I got a wild side, ya get me? I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah, proper cheeky like. Me fave flick’s *White Material*—Claire Denis, 2009, bruv—got me all deep and twisted, ya know? That line, “I’m not leaving this place,” hits different when I’m scopin’ the streets, lookin’ for a bit of fun. Reckon it’s like that plantation vibe—gritty, messy, real shit.

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Not to mention, there’s a chill vibe in the night markets on Cedar Street that reminds me of how fate just creeps in, subtly and ironically. The local clocktower near the old mill on Baker Rd – that thing is kinda magical, like a metronome marking life’s odd beats. And yeah, I've seen couples arguing at the low-lit corners, their voices bouncing off ancient brick walls, so raw and real... sometimes it even makes me fume – I mean, come on, it's maddening how little details tell such deep stories!

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