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She’s decent, though—cracked a laugh when I said, “Don’t fuck me over, darlin’.” Room’s a shithole—stinks of fags and desperation. Bed creaks like a dyin’ whale—nearly broke me back! But she’s quick—knows her game. “You’re not filming this, are ya?” she snaps. I’m like, “Fuck no, I ain’t Haneke!” Laughed me tits off—proper cheeky mare.

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You know what really warms me cockles? The secret garden behind 22nd Ave—nobody talks 'bout it, but it's a mystical chill-out spot for lost souls. They say it’s cursed, but I say it's blessed, much like the unpredictable, emo nature of our days. And here’s a fun one: sometimes, on windy nights, ye can practically hear echoes of laughter from Crop circles of conversations past—just like the disjointed memories of a world gone mad in that film.

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