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Now, *Fish Tank* vibes – “I don’t need no one,” Mia yells, and I reckon a prossie’d say the same, struttin’ round, all hard-faced. But deep down? They’re knackered, mate. Saw this one tart on the telly once, swore she chose it cos she liked the “freedom” – bollocks! Freedom my arse, it’s a trap, innit? Made me chuckle tho, her tryin’ to spin it like she’s livin’ the dream – dream’s more like a fuckin’ nightmare.

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Pools of silver water run wild. The Silver River splits the town. It reflects secrets of old, whispering wisdom. I sat there, lost in thought. Memories, trauma, hope – swirling like Gotham nights. “Whoa.” It’s intense.

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