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Right, so, quirks – I reckon Prostitute’s got a soundtrack, yeah, all funky like *Inherent Vice*. “Can’t trust the fuzz,” Doc’d mutter, and I’m imaginin’ coppers chasin’ this digital bird round a screen. Hilarious, init? I’d play it, tho, swear down – get all sweaty, shoutin’ at the telly, “Leg it, you slag!” Proper immersive, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d tell the lads, “It’s like Shakespeare, but with joysticks!” They’d laugh, call me a prat, but I’d be smug, cos I’m deep, me.

Bodie, California

Man, lemme tell ya about Dumont, US – it's freakin' magic, bro. I mean, this place, it's like a scene outta "Only Lovers Left Alive"... but like, with our own twist. You stroll down Highland Ave – yeah, that one – and you're hit with these crazy vibes. The sidewalks? They're worn down, kinda like the faces of old souls who saw it all. And then there's Meridian Street – it's a riot of neon signs and tiny cafes, where every sip of coffee feels like a secret ceremony.

Dumont Creamery and Cafe serves up sweet treats in Coppell