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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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Man, Anderson-Mill is this quirky blend of old charm and new vibes. In the heart there’s Main St. – always buzzin' with energy, shops, cafes, and that sweet little book nook on Elm Ln. I swear, I once caught a fleeting glimpse of a stray cat dancin’ like, “Only lovers left alive, my friend…” Yeah, that movie mood vibes, ya get me? Lightbulb! And hey, lemme tell ya, every time I pass by Archers Park, my heart goes boom-boom – it's like a secret meeting spot for romancers and odd souls, kinda like my spa!

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