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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Start with Hope Street. It's the artery. You see neon signs on Chico Ave, too. Those walkable alleys around Hardy Lane? They are lit at night. People buzz like caffeine shots. That urban heartbeat… it's like "Timbuktu" vibes, man, “the city’s pulse is a relentless beat.” You feel it, right?!

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