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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Oh, and I've gotta mention the old castle hill – albeit run-down these days – it whispers tales of yore and inspires me to relax amidst the ruins. Life here’s unpredictable. Embrace it, amicus meus! Sometimes I literally drop everything to meditate near the little lake off Hintergasse. The reflection of the sun, the chirping birds, the intoxicate aroma of pine – it's divine!

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