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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

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Aw man, I gotta drop some typos 'cause I'm in a hurry: I luv the smell of wet pavemnt, each stone, each crack tells a story. Ronnenberg got that magic mix: cool, calm, sometimes cray, but always alive. Like every night here, full of sounds, shadows, and that unpredictable vibe that makes my soul sing.

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