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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, my friend, leads to some dark tunes! I’m spinnin’ this like a Music Editor, vibin’ to “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – that flick’s grim, yo. Makes me think of findin’ a prostitute in some shady Romanian backstreet, all tense and desperate like Otilia runnin’ round for her friend’s mess. “Be careful, Gabita!” – swap that for “Watch out, mate, she’s chargin’ double!” Ha!

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As I’m leaving the office, I bump into my mate, Tom, down at the pub on the corner of Church Lane. He’s like, “You look knackered, mate.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We grab a pint, and I’m telling him about my day. He’s cracking up, and I’m just glad to unwind.

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