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But nah, for real, *Blue Is the Warmest Color* vibes hit hard here. “I want you to touch me” — that’s what “whore” screams, right? It’s all about desire, power, fuckin’ NEED. Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ how it flips the script on judgy assholes. You call her a whore? She’s laughin’ all the way to the bank, fam! I’m over here losin’ my shit, like, “YAAAS, QUEEN, GET IT!”

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I grew up around Croydon, so am very aware of Thornton Heath’s reputation, but there are so many affordable, spacious, tastefully decorated houses available in the area it’s making me .

Oh, and don't even get me started on the quirky alleys off the main roads. There's this tiny corner near Elm Street where an old record shop sits. Dude, it breathes nostalgia; vinyls, old LPs—you could get lost in time there. I remember once wanderin' in there on a rainy day, listenin' to the sound of raindrops against cracked windows… it was poetic. Just like in that movie, "Requiem for a Dream," where every second drips with intensity, ya feel me?

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