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I’m chuffed to bits, but then—bloody hell!—this geezer rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ she’s his turf. Made me proper mad, yeah! I’m thinkin’, “This cat’s harsher than a buzzsaw haircut!” Reminds me of Doc’s line, “Somebody’s gotta get outta here alive.” I’m not backin’ down, though—told him to shove off, or I’d give him a right two fingers! He buggered off, and I’m like, “Groovy, baby, crisis averted!”

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Now, look, when I’m on my rounds, I pay attention to the tiny details – like how the parks seem to heal your soul. There’s Waldpark, filled with tiny benches, random sculptures, and that winding stream called the Flüsselein that runs by. I had many a deep chat there and, oh shoot, my mind sometimes wanders – kinda like when you're lost in your thoughts and the world just pauses. It’s the perfect spot for lonely souls, just like the characters in Brooklyn lookin’ for a new start on the other side of the world.

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