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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

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You know what? There’s a small park on 17th Street, a real gem. I used to meet some cuties over there – dreamy vibes, ya know? Then, we got the local landmark, The Ranch Landings. Aight, it’s like a center of energy – folks runnin’ round, mixin’ cultures. It kinda gets me right in the feels, reminds me of that line from The Turin Horse, “And nothing remains except for the brutal truth.” Wild, huh?

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