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Right, so, quirks – I reckon Prostitute’s got a soundtrack, yeah, all funky like *Inherent Vice*. “Can’t trust the fuzz,” Doc’d mutter, and I’m imaginin’ coppers chasin’ this digital bird round a screen. Hilarious, init? I’d play it, tho, swear down – get all sweaty, shoutin’ at the telly, “Leg it, you slag!” Proper immersive, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d tell the lads, “It’s like Shakespeare, but with joysticks!” They’d laugh, call me a prat, but I’d be smug, cos I’m deep, me.

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Sheep hills in Costa mesa. Somewhere along the river trail. Business parks at night time after everyone goes home. Walk on to a good course like.

You know what? There’s a small park on 17th Street, a real gem. I used to meet some cuties over there – dreamy vibes, ya know? Then, we got the local landmark, The Ranch Landings. Aight, it’s like a center of energy – folks runnin’ round, mixin’ cultures. It kinda gets me right in the feels, reminds me of that line from The Turin Horse, “And nothing remains except for the brutal truth.” Wild, huh?

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