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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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First off, I’m a financial analyst, but today felt more like a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Langgata. You know the one? The barista always messes up my name. “Latte for ‘Mikayla’!” Ugh, it’s Mikayla, not Mikayla. Whatever, I’m not here for a spelling bee.

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