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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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And becuz, ya know, running a spa makes me extra zen, I notice details: how the light passes through the old sycamore on Ocean Blvd, or how the air smells after a rain on Riverside Drive (so fresh, man!). Sometimes, I sit on my porch at the spa, drink my herbal tea, and just vibe with the beat of the city. It's like every creaky door and every neon sign tells me a secret.

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