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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate—folks judgin’ while they’re secretly oglin’. Happy bit? When it’s honest—two souls, no bullshit, just a deal. “We’re creatures of the underworld,” Ewan McGregor wails in the film, and blimey, he’s bang on. It’s a shadow dance—sad, sexy, ridiculous. Once knew a lad who swore his “regular” baked him biscuits—true story! Said she was “his Satine,” only with less singin’ and more fag ash. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss—it’s gold.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though. Like, “Of course this would happen.” I duck into a nearby shop on Heretaunga St. to wait it out. It’s a little gaming store, and I’m browsing around. I find this rare game I’ve been hunting for ages. I’m like, “YES!” But then I check the price. My wallet’s crying. I can’t drop that much cash. Ugh, life is cruel.

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