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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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There’s also the river Mors, flowin' right by the town. I’d sit for hours along its banks. Kayakin’ sometimes. Drivin’ slowly and just thinking, sometimes my head spins like “I ate his liver with fava beans.” I mean it’s bizarre but in a good way – nature and city moshing together in raw, honest energy.

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