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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Man, the dating scene here? Ugh, so different. I see love progress in ways most obliviously miss. Each match feels like a serendipitous note in a quirky symphony, echoing “I will never forget...” kinda vibe from that movie – bold, raw, and unyielding. Crazy, innit?

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