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Arr matey, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout them prostitutes, savvy? Been ponderin’ this as an Art Director, eyein’ the world like it’s a bleedin’ canvas. Me favorite flick, *Certified Copy*—that Kiarostami gem from 2010—got me head all twisted ‘bout what’s real, what’s fake, aye? “Are we not all copies?” as that lass in the film says, and ain’t that the truth for a workin’ girl on the docks?

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They have no fridge or microwave in the non smoking rooms and the workers are very loud, constantly moving furniture around.

The local coffee joint, Rocket Brew on Elm Street, is my personal haven. I've sat there with my laptop, sweating out code like a madman, while listening to the clatter of cutlery and the hum of conversation that makes me wanna burst into fuming indignation – "You absolute donkeys!" They’ve got this vibe that makes every weird chat seem profound. And the owner, mate, a real character, drops lines like "What is this? A bloody circus?" which totally reminds me of that gritty vibe in "White Material".

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