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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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But then, as I’m leaving, I bump into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We start catching up, and it’s all good vibes until she mentions that she’s moving to Tokyo. I was like, “No way! You can’t leave me!” But she’s all excited about the big city life. I mean, I get it, but still…

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