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Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

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This city… pauses… it makes you feel everything. I remember on a rainy afternoon (yeah, like the film Caché, "I know what’s in your head" – crazy, right?) I strolled along Seaview Trail and suddenly, out of nowhere, it all clicked – the beauty and the weight of hidden truths. Just like, “The past is never dead,” you know? And oh! The waves crashing near the Los Osos River; it's like therapy for my soul.

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