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Here’s a lil’ factoid – didja know some old-timey pros used code? Like, red lanterns meant “open for biz.” Ain’t that nuts? Makes me giggle – imagine me waltzin’ up, “Eh, got a red light, toots?” Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it. But then – ugh! – some jerk tries rippin’ ‘em off. Pisses me off big time! I’m like, “In this family, we don’t cheat!” – straight outta the movie, doc.

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We prefer to be creepy on dating sites, break into homes and watch girls sleep, molest drunk girls who pass out in our cabs, invite young men into our car to try on gloves, and go to disgusting Missing: prostitute.

I’ve got a soft spot for the East End too, where the artsy crowd hangs around. The vibe here is as intense as the movie’s climax, bloody brilliant! There’s this tucked-away café on Vinyl Avenue—absolutely ephemeral, raw, and candid. Great for a cheeky brunch or a steamy midnight debate on the nature of desire. And yes, I often do a mental nod to my favorite movie – “I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of blue, warm as fuck, you idiot sandwich!”

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