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Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

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The dating scene? Oh, man, it's like a movie flick. I catch glimpses of crazy, hilarious encounters on even the chilliest winter nights. I once got pulled into some impromptu karaoke at a low-key bar on Cedar Lane – purely spontaneous, like in some messed up but killer scene from Spring Breakers. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” they'd chant. I laughed, laughed so hard, almost swiped right on that moment.

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