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 One fine Sunday Morning... First one... Second one... Did you pay attention to the second one? Real thrill lies in here... I suppose we have a new recruit from Gujarat on the job (No hints here, pay close attention). I'm pretty certain that the scammer wasn't a 'Madam,' but indeed a gentleman. 'Madam' has finally hit the 'block' button, and the takeaway from this story is crystal clear: don't let your instincts run wild until you've unearthed the truth beneath the surface. In this case, I should've held off on asking 'madam' for her number until I'd grasped the full extent of the scam at play. Ya'll get it? 

L et me lay it out straight before you get duped by the title and jump into reading with high hopes. This isn't your typical movie review. Every time I scribble about a flick, the way I've been doing in Tamil, it ain't your fancy-pants review; it's more about spilling the beans on what it's like sitting through them. It's about asking yourself, 'Was it a total pain in the ass?' or that elation when you finally drain the main vein at the nearest pee point after pounding a few mugs of draught beer right before a non-stop haul from NJ to SJ in a stormy night. I will get to that later; that's the high point of this post, which I am saving for the end.  Besides boredom, it takes valor, courage, and an immense sense of sacrifice to throw the money at this half-brewed moonshine cocktail and waste time in haste out of compulsion. Compulsion because it wasn't a single anal canal that was 'force sat' on movie hall recliners to go through this Guant