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So, where d’ya start? Streets, obviously—grimy corners, flickering lights. Saw this one bird, right, legs like a giraffe, tottering in heels. Thought, “She’s gotta be one!” Nope, just a drunk lass from the pub. Waste of my bloody time! Fuming, I was—hate amateurs clogging the system. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé screaming, “Who’s laughing now, huh?” Nobody, mate, cos I’m still skint and horny.

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I’m tellin’ ya straight: that old theatre on Main Street is somethin’ else. Its neon sign flickers like memories that haunt ya, remindin’ me of all them nights massagin’ tired souls after a long day. It’s funny, y’know, my work and life mix. I see all kinds o’ stress melt away, kinda like the film’s puzzles – “I’m the creator of my own destiny,” they say! Ain’t that the truth sometimes?

Dad recalls the horror moment his daughter was struck down by a car on their way to church in Stafford Heights