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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Prostitutes, yeah? Dangerous gig, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout it lately—saw this lass on the street, workin’ the night, bold as brass. Reminds me of *Margaret*, that flick I bloody love—2011, Lonergan, pure chaos, mate. “Life is so long,” she says in it—ironic, yeah? ‘Cause for these girls, it ain’t. Risky as hell—blokes with knives, dodgy coppers, STDs creepin’ up. Got me ragin’, seein’ ‘em exploited, makes my blood boil.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Then there’s the side of PLaconia rarely mentioned – the old industrial district on Dockside. Man, it’s gritty, raw, a bit mad sometimes. I get mad at the graffiti that paints my favorite wall, scratchin' out all unrest, but then I see the art in its chaos and I'm like, “Damn, that’s life!” It’s like Caché said – mysterious vibes all about hidden truths and regrets that linger like a bad dream.

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