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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Ah, Glen-Rock, man – it's got that Jack Nicholson madness, like “Here’s Johnny!” every time you step outside. The hustle, the banter, and the raw spirit makes it a place to remember. I even swear there’s a story in every corner, some I share at the spa during those late-night sessions when my mind goes wild in a manic grin. It can be hectic sometimes – my thoughts, they race like crazy – splashed with memories and adventures – like in the movies, ya dig?

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