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Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

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Our neighborhoods are just as mad. East End is all hipster bits and spicy energy. West End’s more proper. Me? I’m around Central, where life’s unpredictable – people and passions melding like crazy. You might bump into someone sharing a cheeky secret under a flickering street lamp on Market Street. Scandal, gossip, and that raw sex appeal flow through these alleys. Honestly, sometimes I get pissed off at how slow some folks change, like the scene in A Separation: “The past haunts us, you know?” I mean, come on, grow up already!

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