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So, say you’re lookin’, right? Maybe down the red-light district—neon buzzin’ like flies on shite. Girls leanin’ in doorways, eyes hard as flint, some young enough to break your heart. “What you want, love?” one says, all casual. Surprised me, that did—how it’s just business, no faff. I’m thinkin’, blimey, this ain’t no Hollywood rubbish, this is raw, like Malik learnin’ the ropes in prison. “You do it, or you’re done,” that’s the rule.

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Anyway, my friend, hope ya get the picture. Plainville ain't just a dot on the map; it's a breath, a heartbeat, a frenzy of life moments—wild, tender, and calling out to your soul. Just like in Claire Denis's film, every step here feels like exploring uncharted territory, raw and untamed, and sometimes, it’s just, jus' wow.

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