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What gets me riled up? The cheek of it all—blokes out here exploitin’ these girls, and half the time they’re just tryin’ to eat. Makes my blood boil, it does. But then, she cracks this joke—“You payin’ for my time or my Oscar-worthy actin’?”—and I’m proper chucklin’. Sarcasm’s her shield, innit? Love that. Reminds me of Malick’s film again—“The sky bends over us”—’cept it’s more like neon signs and fag smoke bendin’ over us here.

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