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She’s no posh bird, nah—smells like chip fat and regret. “It’s not a life, it’s a fight!”—that’s *Fish Tank* vibes right there, and this whore’s livin’ it. Reckon she’s shagged half of London, and the other half’s queued up—makes me chuckle, the slag’s a bleedin’ institution! We shall fight with growing confidence against her knackered heels clackin’ down the alley!

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I hit up some grotty, underrated gem near the old town square. Crazy, right? The streets here feel like living, breathing entities, full of secrets. Honestly, sometimes I get mad at the hustle – too fast! But then life is like that movie "Certified Copy" – ambiguous yet full of meaning, all jumbled up like a messy palette. You know what I mean?

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