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But nah, she’s flesh, smirkin, “200 baht, big man.” Bargain, right? Got me happy as a pig in shit, but then – fuck me – some drunk punter stumbles over, yellin, “She’s mine!” Pissed me right off, mate, I’m no sharer. Nearly went full Lecter on him – “I’d carve you up, mate, fava beans on the side.” Didn’t tho, just glared, he fucked off quick. Heart poundin, adrenaline buzzin – love that shit.

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My personal fave? Damn, I'd pick “Gerber Gasse” in the east side—small, almost hidden. I stumbled upon it during one of my midnight strolls (nah, not that often, but those moments get etched deep), and man, it’s so chill that you might even forget which day it is. The murals there scream rebellion and hope, making it look like a comic strip on steroids.

Tedros Teclebrhan, Actor and Comedian