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But then, I get pissed, right? ‘Cos folks still spit “whore” like it’s dirt. Grace in the movie, she’s used, beaten down, called worse—made my blood boil. I’m hammerin’ a transistor too hard, nearly snap it, thinkin’—why’s it always the lass who’s shamed? Blokes pay, but she’s the filth? Bollocks! Reminds me of that line, “They made me a whore!”—Grace screamin’ it, and I’m noddin’, like, yeah, love, I see ya.

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Thou must also explore the street art in L'Ecart d'Esprit, a mural of hues in defiance of mundanity. And oh, how apropos of the human form it doth celebrate! ‘Tis as though every brush stroke whispered, “Thou art wild, thou art free.” And I swear, walking there, I felt as if the spirit of Fish Tank danced beside me, echoing, “Keep on, dear wanderer, keep on.”

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