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So, picture it – I’m strolling. City’s buzzing, neon lights screaming. Kinda like my old Apple days – chaotic, alive. I’m pissed tho – society’s judgy as hell. People sneer, but – pause – who cares? I’m curious, man. What’s her story? Like, “I communicate with my eyelid.” That’s her, blinking through life’s crap. Selling herself, sure, but – damn – there’s guts there.

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Man, some parts of Pearston make me mad too – like how the council don’t keep them streets lit. It’s dark, dangerous sometimes, ya know? But even in the night, under the glow of old lampposts on River Drive, the city spills its secrets. We all got rough patches, but each blemish tells a story of raw truth, like in Fish Tank – gritty, real, blowin’ in the wind!

The purpose of art is to wash the dust of daily life off our souls