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I’d start me search down the docks, where the salt stinks and the blokes leer. “Life is a mystery,” Amélie’d say, “you must untangle it!” – and ain’t that the truth here? All these lasses got stories, mate, hidden like her bleedin’ gnome. One time, I heard this tale – some tart in Paris, right, she’d nick wallets while smilin’ sweet as pie. Sneaky, that! Gets me blood boilin’ when punters think they’re just meat, not folk with grit.

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ah, then there's the river. Pasing flows near the Munich outskirts. Kinda serene, by the Canal… sometimes I crush time lying on park benches near the Kleinhesseloher See. Chill water vibes, man. I guess you say "A new world of sensations." It's like my hands pick up little secrets from the city.

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