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I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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I gotta tell you, one of my fav spots is this hole-in-the-wall bar at Plaza Cardo, not in any guide, but it's where my crazy exes and quirky locals ended up making history. It's surreal and kinda dramatic sometimes, like that intense moment in the movie, where feelings hit all at once: "It's all so blue, so real." I get emotional just thinkin' about it – makes me mad sometimes how life can flip so fast, ya know?

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