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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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It seems to be the story of a brilliant accountant who works for a Mexican drug cartel, and moves to the Ozarks to launder money for them.

I love cruising past Cedar Lane, man, where all the cool cats hang out. Its vibe is just surreal, like a David Lynch daydream! And hey, check out Oakridge Park – it's got these wild green spots where you can just plant yourself and let life unfold, kinda like a Lynchian plot twist – unexpected and oddly beautiful.

Mayberry meets Mardi Gras on ‘Ozark Law’