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Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

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I sometimes get mad at how the city evolves too fast—new condos here, trendy bars there—while the essence of old Whitmore fades. It bugs me, really. But then again, as the film says, "Life is a tangle of stories, each thread unique." Every new twist makes it weirder in the best possible way.

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