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What gets my goat? The blokes judgin’ her—hypocrites, man! “Look at me, I’m a winner!” they’d brag, like in the flick, while payin’ her for a quickie. Makes me wanna sock ’em in the gob. But her? She’s got sass, flippin’ the bird at the squares. Total turn-on, baby! I’m like, “Smashing, luv, you’re the real deal!”

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Sometimes I gets so mad, ye know? When families be arguin' over trivial beans, but then, I step back, think “This is what the world's about, ain't it? chaos mixed with love” and let the salty sea breeze calm me. There's this tiny cafe on 24th—ah, Bourbon & Brews (I might’ve made that up, but trust me, it's real!)—where I scribble my thoughts. Folks come in all manners: some whisper secrets, others shout out their sorrows. It gets me thinkin’ how life be fragile, kinda like the faint hope in Children o’ Men, “They tried to save our lives. But no one can save our souls.” Something like that, mate.

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