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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate—folks judgin’ while they’re secretly oglin’. Happy bit? When it’s honest—two souls, no bullshit, just a deal. “We’re creatures of the underworld,” Ewan McGregor wails in the film, and blimey, he’s bang on. It’s a shadow dance—sad, sexy, ridiculous. Once knew a lad who swore his “regular” baked him biscuits—true story! Said she was “his Satine,” only with less singin’ and more fag ash. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss—it’s gold.

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I feel uplifted by how diverse this city is. One moment I'm happy watching kids fly kites at Sunny Meadow Park, and the next, I'm riled up at the incessant traffic on Route 66. It never stops surprising me, like a twisted plot in a movie. "Truth is in the details," they say… if only they weren't lying.

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