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What gets me goat, though? These sanctimonious twats judgin’ her. Oh, they’re all pure as driven snow, ain’t they? Wankers. She’s out there freezin’ her tits off, dodgin’ coppers, while they’re sippin’ tea in their cosy fuckin’ lounges. Makes me wanna scream, “Look at her, you pricks—she’s real!” Like when Frank’s losin’ it in the film, all raw and messy. Love that bit—gets me every time.

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Oh, and you gotta check out the neighborhood cafes near BlueRock Lane. Their coffee’s the only thing stronger than my opinions. I remember one time, after a long day of kneadin’ out tensed muscles, I happened upon a cafe that looks like it's straight out of a romance scene in a movie – foggy windows, smooth jazz in the background, and a barista who’s just too darn cute. But, lemme tell ya, it's not all roses. Some areas, like the derelict block near Granite Street, make me mad. I mean, come on, folks, keep it together! I’m here massaging backbones, not patching up crime scenes.

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