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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Heide isn’t just any town, bruv. I mean, you got tiny bars where locals spill secrets like wine – and yep, I do drop a phrase occasionally that makes me think of “The Assassin” – a film all about silent moves and subtle, deadly beauty. “Like the gentle wind before the storm,” someone said in that movie, and I swear, sometimes Heide feels like that. You stroll along the medieval alleys, catch echoes of olden days, and every corner might hide a story, a scandal, or a kiss.

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