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So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

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Man, Oh, fo’ real, I been on some wild dates near the banks of the Alzette River – that flow, that river, man, it speaks straight to my heart, "Music is life," like Almost Famous got me ridin’ shotgun on life’s crazy highway, ya feel? “The tunes are killin’ me, man” – and hey, never forget that, right?

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