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Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

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Look, I might be exaggeratin' some parts, but trust – Koepenick’s a gem. Its streets are alive with stories, its parks are havens of raw beauty, and its cafes and corners are perfect for quiet introspection or a good ol' heart-to-heart session. Everywhere you turn, there’s something real to appreciate. And if a day's too tough, just remember: life’s all about those unexpected moments – fo’ shizzle, it’s the little things that add flavour.

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