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She’s got this vibe, right? Smoky eyes, cheap perfume—fuckin’ hypnotic, innit? “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, like Lenny’d say, cos who knows what’s real? Could be a copper in disguise—seen that shit before! Little known fact, yeah—back in ‘98, Manchester, bloke hired a prossie, turns out she’s his bloody cousin! Laughed me arse off when I heard—world’s fucked, eh? Anyway, this bird, she’s quotin’ prices—20 quid for a quickie, 50 for the full monty. Bargain, I reckon, but I’m skint—pissed me right off! “We wants it, we needs it!” I hiss, cos I’m Gollum, see? Desperate, droolin’—fuckin’ tragic!

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To wrap it up, if yer head’s all tangled ‘bout ya next move in Lutz (us), remember – this town is like a live untold saga, erratic and beautifully messy. Every street, every creek, has loads to share. And like in those films, each moment’s a scene; love, sex, and honesty spillin’ onto every cracked pathway. And how’s that workin’ for ya?

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