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Oh, and *The Great Beauty*—that film’s me jam cos it’s all about searchin’, innit? Jep’s floatin’ through parties, I’m ponderin’ prossies, same diff. “What’s left of life is just the void,” he’d mope, but I say bollocks—there’s life in the muck, mate! Findin’ a prostitute’s like divin’ into that mess—dirty, wild, human. So, go careful, keep yer wits, and don’t be a twat about it. Gandalf’s orders!

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Then, I met up with my buddy Kenji. We were supposed to grab lunch at this ramen spot on Sakae Street. But guess what? It was closed! I was like, “Are you kidding me?” So, we ended up at this sketchy place. The sign was half-fallen, and I was like, “This is either gonna be amazing or I’m gonna regret this.” Spoiler: it was the latter. The ramen tasted like it was made in a microwave. Ugh.

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