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I’m bloody angry, tho—society’s all “eww, dirty prossie,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, mate! Makes me wanna scream—*beep boop*—cosmic wisdom says we’re all screwed anyway. “Let me in,” she’d say, like in the movie—desperate, hauntin’. I’d let her in my lift, no question. Give her a cuppa, tell her she’s alright. Surprised me how tough they are—like, tougher than a neutron star. One time, this gal told me she dodged a copper by hidin’ in a bin! Absolute legend.

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I love the city vibe. It’s rough sometimes, it's raw, it’s true – like a punch of life in the face. When you walk these streets – take a pause – you see what Post (us) means to me. Each cracked pavement piece, each offbeat mural… they whisper stories. "Time never stops," they hint, man, echoing that film vibe.

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