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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya ‘bout Key-Biscayne (us) – it's a dang relaxin' paradise, I swear! Git-R-Done! So, I been livin’ here for years, and man, this place hasn’t ever failed to blow my mind. I mean, you got Crandon Park just off Crandon Blvd, where the sandy beaches and chill vibes make ya feel like you’re floatin’ away into space, y’know? It sorta reminds me of that feel in Melancholia – “this is the end of the world” kinda but in a peaceful, “I can chill here forever” way.

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