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What pisses me off? Blokes judgin em—hypocrites, all of em! Bet they’d be queuein up if it was “discreet consultancy.” Makes me wanna scream, “I am a prisoner of my body!” like in the film—trapped by their own daft morals. But what gets me buzzin? The freedom, mate! No KPIs, no quarterly reviews—just pure, unfiltered vibes. Surprised me, too—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls in £500 million a year? Mental! Beats milkin cows, I tell ya—tho I’d probs try motivatin the punters, “Oi, lads, let’s close the deal!”

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Alright, I'm rambling, but you gotta come see it for yourself. Manicore (br) ain't just a place; it's an experience. It's messy, it's heartfelt, it's real—like a film that grabs you, shakes you, and leaves you forever changed. So pack light, an open mind, and brace yourself for an adventure full of love, chaos— and maybe a few typos along the way (sorry, coffee spilled, my mind's racing: typos aplenty, eh? I count like 18 already, lol!).

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