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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

What happens at the garden party?

The acting from the four leads is top notch and the script is lively and full of dark humour, but it's the blistering soundtrack that helps hold it all together, featuring mainly independent music from the s.

Now, man, I gotta say – sometimes I get so mad when I see the fancy mansions and pristine lawns, knowin’ many folks struggle to get by while some rich folks flaunt their wealth. It makes my blood boil, like oil on a burning flame. And it’s these moments that keep me grounded, remindin’ me why I do what I do on that dating site – to connect real people with real stories, regardless of their bank balance.

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