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Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

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Then, you got the outskirts—exclamation, folks—where the forest meets farmland. There’s this little hidden trail behind Eichenweg. I once strolled there and got so inspired, nearly burst into spontaneous poetry, interrupted only by the scent of fresh earth and wildflowers. And i gotta mention: there’s a tiny, almost secret, pond called Spiegelstein. I always wonder if the universe’s mysteries are reflected in its still waters… But I digress; it’s one special spot for a quiet mind reset.

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