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She was proper skinny, too—ribs pokin’ out like twigs. Heard she started at 15, bleedin’ hell, 15! Some pimp nabbed her, promised her gold—hah, lies! Like when Solomon’s sold off, “You’re mine now!”—same vibe, innit? Makes me mad, precious, mad as a bag of wet cats! Little known bit—did ya know some prossies in old London used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty buggers, gotta respect the hustle, eh?

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There’s a river, oh man, the small stream near the old mill, which locals call Flusschen. Its babble reminds me of whispered secrets in therapy sessions. I’d even say it’s the heartbeat of Hemmingen. I seen families gather on its banks, talkin’ life, lovin’ life, just like those lovey-dovey lines from "Her" – “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.”

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