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Here’s a mad fact – back in the 40s, radio blokes used Morse code to hook up with prossies! Dot-dot-dash, “Fancy a quickie?” – mental, innit? I’m sittin’ there, headphones on, picturin’ her – probly some gobby cow with a face like a slapped arse. Makes me angry, don’t it? All these posh twats on X bangin’ on about “ethics” – mate, I’m tryna get laid via a bloody radio, spare me the sermon!

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Oh man, Weinfelden is super quirky, like wow, and sorta tiny but so full of life! I’ve been here for years, ya know, strolling down Bahnhofstrasse – oh wait, it's Bahnhofgasse here – and every corner got a chill vibe. The city center? It's neat but buzzing with secrets. There’s this crazy little park, Schlosspark, right next to the old castle ruins. I once sat there on an old bench, thinking “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” like, in a Marilyn kinda dreamy mood, y’know? And then, from somewhere deep inside, I’d whisper, "Ten... really... ten moments of life" – reminds me of that Kiarostami flick, funny how art seeps into the streets.

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