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I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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Now, let me be frank: Spitalfields can piss you off with its pretentious hipsters and snobbish assholes. Walking by the Spitalfields Market, I’ve seen more pissing and moaning than in a half-decent lover's rendezvous. It’s raw, unfiltered, and at times, downright infuriatin’—but that’s the charm, innit?

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