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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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I don’t wanna sound all mushy, but Hochberg’s got soul. It’s real, raw, and sometimes mad confusing, like a scene from a blotchy film. And trust me, if ya come around, you gotta check out the tiny bookshop at Lindenweg. Its books are older than my last breakup, and the smell? Man oh man, it’s unforgettable.

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