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I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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Some days, I sit on a bench, thinkin' of those lively nights, heated debates on curbside benches, and the way a single streetlamp on Lantern Lane makes everything look dramatic like “Moulin Rouge!”—sparkling and raw. Sometimes I wonder, can life always be this wild? But then, haha, I grab my kit and back to work, massaging and mending tired muscles, whispering “Lightbulb!” as I crack a joke.

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