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But then you get the creeps, don’t ya? The punters—sweaty, baldin’ tossers who reckon they’re God’s gift. “I’m a real man,” they’d slur, like in the film—*“I’m a gangster, a free man!”*—but nah, mate, you’re just a sad sack with a fiver. Makes me angry, that does, the entitlement. I’d wanna scream, “Oi, you wanker, she’s not your bloody therapist!” Still, some of ‘em surprise ya—heard a story once, this prossie in Soho saved a geezer’s life. He was chokin’ on a kebab, she Heimliched him—hero stuff! Didn’t expect that, did I? Nearly pissed myself laughin’ thinkin’ bout it.

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Back alley bars near Jamestown Road? Fabulously chaotic—kind of like me when I’m had too many drinks. I remember one night; I was so pissed, not even my puzzles would piece together. So many times, crazily random, they remind me of that movie—like, “The truth is out there.” Heck, sometimes I even overthink how intimacy meets life's brutality.

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