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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicians bang on about “morality” then sneak in the back door – literally! Saw this geezer once, looked like my old PE teacher, all red-faced and wobbly, stumblin’ out with his trousers half-down. Nearly pissed meself laughing – “You’re past it, you sad git!” I yelled in my head. Happy? Nah, not really – felt a bit grim, actually. Like Su Lizhen in the film, floatin’ about all elegant, but trapped. Them girls in there, some barely 18, forced into it – fuckin’ breaks ya, that does.

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Along with the photograph came stories of ghosts, a brothel, and an Indian burial ground. But the only tangible clues to the home's past.

There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

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