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Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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First off, there's that funky little street, Bahnhofstr. 12. OMG, the smells, the sounds... it's like, "One million dollars," I tell ya! The crowds at Rathausplatz, man, they buzz like bees on a hot day—buzz, buzz, buzz—and it reminds me of that wild scene in The New World, all mysterious and epic, like "Pinky-to-mouth."

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