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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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I’m not saying Willimantic is a slice of heaven, but it’s bloody brilliant. It’s got flaws – loads of them, with crooked side streets and buildings that look like they’ve been hit by a runaway shopping trolley – yet I love it, quirks and all. The dating scene? Well, it’s a freakin’ circus sometimes. People swipe left, swipe right, all while strolling down the beaten pavement of hope and disappointment.

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