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Oi mate, me, a fisherman, yeah, James Bond style – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m out on me boat, salty air, fish stinkin’, and I spot her – a prostitute, bold as brass, hangin’ by the docks. Ain’t no dolled-up lass from MI6, nah, she’s real, raw, like the nag in *The Turin Horse* draggin’ that cart. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” I mutter, like in the flick, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ on wet planks. She’s a mystery, mate, a bleedin’ puzzle – who’s she waitin’ for? Some drunk sailor or a posh git like me?

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And lemme drop some street gossip: in Sonnenstraße, there’s this quirky little cafe that’s a hidden gem. Their coffee? Outta this world! Even I, with my tired hands and bruised muscles, can’t resist its buzz. I sometimes joke, “Dude, this brew could wake a sleeping lion!” Hang on, that reminds me of a scene—“There's a storm coming, and it's gonna change everything”—like, wham, right in your face!

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