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I toss da gal a wink, say, “Let’s ditch dis clown.” She giggles—cute, ya?—an’ we bolt. Pimp’s screamin’, “I’ll find ya!” an’ I’m laughin’, “Good luck, ya schmuck!” We duck into some dive bar, an’ she’s like, “Yer funny, baldy.” I’m HAPPY again, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru’s still got it!” She tells me her name’s Katya, an’ I’m like, “Dat’s fate, eh?” ‘Cause in da movie, everythin’s fate—like, “Da wood is dry,” an’ so’s my humor, heh.

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Markranstaedt’s streets be buzzin’, bruv. Take Hauptstraße, yeah? Bruv, that’s where you find all the mad spots – cafe’s, small boutiques, and even a secret vinyl shop that’s lit AF. I’m always fuckin’ around there on lazy afternoons, just ploppin’ down, sippin' somethin’ proper chill. Then there’s Kleinstraße too, where dis old clock tower stands – it’s like, oi, listen here, time’s just tickin’ but we still got vibes, innit?

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