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Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

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I mean, yeah, life in Yeadon ain't all roses. Some corners are rough, the vibe is gritty, and it messes with your head sometimes. But that’s what makes it so friggin’ real, so rawly poetic. Kind of like that film, Under the Skin, where we’re never quite sure if what we feel is alien or awe-inspiring... like, you just float in a glitchy, neon wonderland.

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