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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Ime gr8, right? Sorry, got lost in my own vibe. But seriously, West-View is more than a city—its heart beats in every alley, every sidewalk, and every soul. So strap in, buddy. When you wander through West-View, remember: "There is no nobility in poverty." The city hits you hard, but oh man, it teaches you the worth of every damn moment.

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