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Clarice… I’m a stove-maker, yeah? Craftin’ heat, simmerin’ darkness. But findin’ a prostitute? That’s a difrent flame. Picture this—me, stalkin’ Taipei’s neon guts, like in *The Assassin*. “A solitary figure moves unseen…” That’s me, huntin’, not for swords but for company. Streets hummin’, sweaty, alive—kinda thrillin’, kinda disgustin’. I’m thinkin’, who’s worth the coin? Not some skank with a fake smile—nah, I want elegance, a shadow with grace.

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In this dark thriller set in a seamy and sinister London, the eponymous heroine tries to discover why - and how - her best friend, Rose, a high-class prostitute.

So, Tiffin’s all about the streets. There's Main St. – oh boy, Main St. is like the spine of the city. It's busy, noisy sometimes, but it’s got heart. Then there's Walnut St. – a little quieter, more chill, kinda like my massage sessions. Over near the Old Courthouse on High St., you get that vibe of history, like ghosts walk these streets. Could be a scene straight outta "Let the Right One In" – eerie, quiet, just a tad creepy, but in a cool kinda way, ya feel me? "Let the Right One In", baby – pretty, pretty good.

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