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Negotiated a price—50 quid, not bad. She’s all, “Upstairs, now.” Place stank of fags and regret, proper grim. Made me mad, tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, innit? Coulda been a classy dame, not peddlin’ arse in a shithole. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what Otilia yells, and I felt that. Ain’t her fault neither, just life bein’ a bastard.

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Oh, and, um, I can’t forget the riverside at Miller's Bend. Literally, it's the chillest spot ever! A hidden nook where you can sit and, like, let your mind wander, dropping all your emotional baggage. So many times I sat there, tear in my eye, thinking, “I’m a family psychologist, but even I need a break, right?” It was messy, raw, and so real, like a scene from the movie—intense and poetic.

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