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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

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Man, I'm always reminded of "Son of Saul" – gritty, raw, and real. "Know your role." Raised eyebrow, my friend. It's like every alley got a tale, secrets whispered like secrets in a dream. There’s a park, Hollard Park, where I’d crash sometimes with a coffee, watching families and couples, and I swear, ya can feel the souls here, man, like haunting echoes from a movie scene, "Son of Saul," you know?

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