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Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but it feels like a warzone—dodgin pimps, coppers, drunks. “I choose violence,” I hiss when some git leers too long. Ain’t afraid to shove a heel where it hurts, y’see? “The nuns taught us grace,” Malick’s lot said—well, I skipped that lesson. This hunt’s a mess, a thrill—keeps ya sharp. “Life’s a shadow,” the film whispers, and yeah, this is the dark bit. Worth it, tho—for the story alone. Now, sod off, I’m knackered!

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I live near the old mill, by Tamkin Street. Lovely spot for soulful meanderings, I say. There's that tiny café on High Street—it brews magic beans, seriously! I used to grit my teeth when chaotic families squabbled outside the café, yet found solace in the charm of community.

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