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I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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Someone messaged me and I cant find it. Another person also but now no communication with them. Does anybody know someone in the Lindale area.

Yeah, buddy, trust me. I’ve been here for years. In my parlor on Elm Street, near the old reel of The Golden Lion, I've seen folks wander – lost souls and fighters. You know how it goes, right? “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” they’d whisper in dark corners. I remember thinkin’, “Motherf***er, this city's madness ain’t no movie.” But it is – it’s bloody cinematic.

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