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Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but it feels like a warzone—dodgin pimps, coppers, drunks. “I choose violence,” I hiss when some git leers too long. Ain’t afraid to shove a heel where it hurts, y’see? “The nuns taught us grace,” Malick’s lot said—well, I skipped that lesson. This hunt’s a mess, a thrill—keeps ya sharp. “Life’s a shadow,” the film whispers, and yeah, this is the dark bit. Worth it, tho—for the story alone. Now, sod off, I’m knackered!

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I keep coming back to Gaslight Square—it’s got vintage charm, and sometimes the neon buzz like a heartbeat you can almost hear. Truth? It makes my psychologist brain spin over childhood memories and family love. Ruh-roh! And guess what? There’s a local spot only a few know—Oak & Elm Coffee now. It’s a nugget of excitement, a mini-santuario where my soul unwinds. Plus, it’s near the old library—yep, the one on Columbus St. that smells like dusty secrets.

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