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Oi mate, buckle up, yeah? Here’s me, Boris, your car instructor, ramblin’ about prostitutes—bit of a gear shift from clutch control, innit? So, picture this: I’m watchin’ *The Headless Woman*—bloody brilliant, Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my fave—dark, moody, all that Latin vibe, *mea culpa*, makes me think deep. There’s this bird, right, a prossie, workin’ the streets near me old garage. Not your typical tart—classy, like, with a stare that’d stop a lorry. Reminds me of that line, “I hit something,” from the flick—mysterious, yeah? She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like she’s in a bleedin’ chase scene.

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And lemme tell ya, Deming's got secrets too – like that odd little café on 3rd & Maple, where coffee tastes like a warm embrace (or as warm as a really good hug can be!) and they play retro tunes that melt your heart. I can still hear a snippet – “In the mood for love, in the mood for life...” – like a broken record of beauty and regret.

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