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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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You gotta check out the canal by Friedensweg. It's a secret watery pathway that cuts through fields like a silver line. I always think, "Man, this is life," as if I'm in a low-budget sci-fi flick. The sound of water, the rustle of trees, it’s like whispers from a distant galaxy.

Haunting images show abandoned military hospital where Hitler was treated for injured leg during World War One