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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody charcoal burner, yeah, and I’m here to roast this “whore” topic like it’s a soggy lamb shank! “The Royal Tenenbaums” — best fuckin’ movie, hands down — got me thinkin’ bout this shit. Whore, right? Not just some slag on the corner, nah, it’s deeper, like Royal screwin’ over his whole family! “I’m not talking about dance lessons!” — nah, mate, I’m talkin’ bout whores who sell more than their arse. Soul-suckin’ vampires, some of ‘em! Makes me wanna yell, “Idiot sandwich!” at the world.

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You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.