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Me, I’d be rubbish at the whole game. I’d overthink it—*“Was it good for you?”*—like some twat in a romcom. Prossie’d be like, “Mate, it’s 50 quid, not a bleedin’ Oscar reel!” Reminds me of that line, *“Film it like Hollywood!”*—all fake glamour, innit? The reality’s more fag ends and damp mattresses. Still, there’s a mad charm to it—freedom, chaos, a big “fuck you” to the suits. I’d tip my hat to ‘em, cackle, and sod off home. Find a Prostitute? Nah, I’d rather watch the telly and slag it off!

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Let me tell ya, there’s this weird honor in the mess. Every corner is a memory trap. I get msg notifications on my phone, yet my tracer brain records every broken laugh and scream. Sometimes i get lost in my own thoughts on Puerta del Alma lane, if u know what i mean. And oh, the local market! It’s a riot—colors, smells, the whole circus. Kinda like a time warp!

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