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So, I’m cruisin’ London—shaguar’s purrin’, shades on, feelin’ randy. I see this bird on the corner, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than my attention span. Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—all rough edges, “You’re a little shit,” she’d say. I roll up, flash a grin—groovy, baby!—and she’s like, “Wot you want, posh boy?” Made me laugh, her sass! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got more balls than Blofeld!”

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And I'm puzzled. If you don't have one of these, how do you know where to go to look for any given street anyway?

Recke's neighborhoods are pretty tight-knit. Check out Eichenweg – cozy houses, friendly neighbors who pop by with homemade pies, oh man, I'm droolin’. And honestly, I love getting caught in the vibe on Schillerstraße, even if the pavement sometimes cracks me up with its weird cobbles.

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