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Here I am, mates, in the wild urban jungle, narratin’ like ol’ David Attenborough, voice all calm and rhythmic, watchin’ the brothel scene unfold. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, a proper den of vice, yeah? It’s like nature’s own mating grounds, but with cash and a bit o’ cheek. I’m thinkin’ bout “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – that flick’s me fave, y’know – where lil’ David, the robot kid, wanders a world of flesh and metal. “I am… I am…” he’d say, lost in his quest for love. Kinda fits here, don’t it? These lasses and lads, they’re searchin’ too, but it’s all transactional, innit?

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Lol, I’m rambling, right? Sorry ‘bout that, pal. But PWright (us) is my home, my muse – it’s raw, it's lively, it's imperfectly perfect. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, and yeah, sometimes it makes me mad too! And as Doc Brown would exclaim in a storm of exuberance, “Great Scott, this city is like a time-travel journey of the soul!”

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