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Personal quirk? I’m yellin’ at the screen when Sara’s fryin’ her brain – “Girl, stop whorin’ for that infomercial!” Pisses me off, seein’ her fall. But Tyrone? He’s my dude, tryna hustle dope, all “Juice by you, baby!” – that’s a money whore with style, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ for effect – picture Wall Street as one big *Requiem* set, suits dancin’ like Marion, strung out on profits. Wild, right?

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Totteridge was a civil parish of Hertfordshire covering an area of 1, acres ( km2) and formed part of a thin protrusion into Middlesex. In , the parish and urban district were .

I often crash at Totteridge Green. It’s a teeny park with a vibe that’s defnitely romantic. There’s a little stream that flows by. I once had a deep chat near that water, discussing, um, human desire. Like in Spotlight, when one guy said, “This is the story,” I felt it. It was intense.

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