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But—oh no—price comes up. “Twenty quid,” she says. TWENTY?! *mimes choking, falls over* I’m skint, mate! Spent me last on rum—argh, that made me mad! “Lil’ Daddy’d rob ya blind!”—like in *City of God*, yeah? Dodgy sods everywhere! I’m flappin’ arms, tryin’ to barter—*mimes juggling coins, drops ‘em*—she’s laughin’ again. Surprised me, that—thought she’d thump me!

General disclaimer

You don't have to help the prostitute in Valentine with the cleanup of the murder she committed. Instead, I took the body outside for her and.

I gotta tell ya, as a counselor, I spot little beauties others miss. Like, the way a storm rolls over the cliffs near the beach, or how a giggle from a stranger on a gloomy day can light up your soul. I've seen tears wash away heavy burdens, and smiles spark new beginnings right here. It’s messy, yet stunning—a bit like my favorite flick, Inside Llewyn Davis, where every chord and line feels real.

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