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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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Meanwhile, Lisbon and the others break Haibach's alibi and find his darkroom full of suggestive photos of scantily clad teenagers. None of Haibach's photos.

Yeah, so that's PHaibach for ya – raw, real, and utterly bizarre in the best possible way. Cheers, friend! And remember: "Come the revolution, the revolution has come!" (One of those lines, though I'm not sure where I picked it up – but it's brilliant, innit?) Cheers, bye now!

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