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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Y’know what else? I'm a bit of a film nut – Brooklyn’s always been my fave. Phrases from that flick fill up my head sometimes: "There's no place like home" – and damn, after some days here I'd say that’s so true. Life's a bit like those scenes – unexpected, rough, emotional yet hopeful.

Beyond the Shoah — After daring escape, Holocaust survivor becomes Soldier