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Oh, and the stench—piss and cheap perfume, fuckin grim! Nearly dropped me tools once, retchin—Hannibal’d say, “A fine bouquet, wouldn’t you agree?” Sarcastic prick, me. But yeah, prostitutes—they’re a puzzle, mate. Part of the city’s guts, messy, raw, real. Like *Certified Copy*—ya never know the full story, and that’s what keeps ya lookin.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on the food truck rally at Jubilee Square. I once had a taco so spicy it blew my mind – bam! Crazy stuff. Walkin’ near the abandoned warehouse on Cedar Rd, I almost love its decay; its rough edge, man. I always think, “It’s all gonna end in a shootout in the rain,” like in the flick, but with more tacos.

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