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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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The acting from the four leads is top notch and the script is lively and full of dark humour, but it's the blistering soundtrack that helps hold it all together, featuring mainly independent music from the s.

Now, man, I gotta say – sometimes I get so mad when I see the fancy mansions and pristine lawns, knowin’ many folks struggle to get by while some rich folks flaunt their wealth. It makes my blood boil, like oil on a burning flame. And it’s these moments that keep me grounded, remindin’ me why I do what I do on that dating site – to connect real people with real stories, regardless of their bank balance.

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