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Fun bit? Russell nicked real hookers for extras! No posh actors, just street birds. Authenticity, innit? Smelt like Soho on a bad night. Me, I’d have charmed ‘em, but Liz? She’s screamin’, “I’m a whore!”—over and over. Nearly spilt my drink laughin’. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s the bleedin’ queen of tarts—Oscar-worthy, if Oscars loved trash.

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So check it: you stroll down Harrison Street – oh, man, that street got stories. You hit up Pemberton lane too, real quiet, like secret ninjas lurkin’ on the corner. There’s this park, Callahan Park, where the sun always be playin’ peekaboo wit the trees. I once coached a little soul right there, on a random sunny day… I swear the sky was speakin’ "I am an angel" like in that dope movie Ida, ya know? “I can't remember anything.” Yeah, that vibe is real.

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