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Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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Clarice… remember, Engadine bleeds poetry, darkness, and raw beauty. Dive in, embrace its odd rhythms. Life here is messy yet tender, and ain’t that what makes it all worth it? Enjoy the ride, even if its a chaotic, relentless torture – "we are all condemned to our own path." Cheers, my friend.

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