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But blimey, what gets me goat? Them stuck-up twats judgin it! “Ooh, it’s improper!” Bollocks to that—makes me wanna hurl me whiskey glass. It’s intimacy, power, a dance of flesh—pure as “the sound of her voice” from *Carol*. Gets me all misty-eyed, it does. Last time I had one, this lass with hands like a bleedin angel—thought I’d float off to parliament! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but sod it, felt like conquerin Europe!

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First off, you gotta stroll down Lindenweg. It’s a narrow, cobbled street in the heart of the city where behind every door there’s a secret, and I swear, sometimes I hear whispers of hope. Then there’s Bergstrasse – oh man, this street is a whirlwind of wee cafes, tiny art galleries, and even a little park tucked in the back. I often sit on a worn bench there, lost in thought “I had to learn to see,” like in the movie, and sometimes life feels like a series of diving moments – top down, raw and real.

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