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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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Okay, so right off, Main St. is where it all kicks off. It’s got that vibe like you’re in a living, breathing movie. You know that feeling from Toni Erdmann? When life’s absurd and magical all at once? Yeah, it’s like that, bruh! Walkin’ down Main St. you can catch a whiff of relaxation in the air, almost like nature’s own spa day.

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