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What gets my goat? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicos bangin’ on about morals, then—bam!—caught with their trousers down. Makes me wanna shout, “Veni, vidi, vici!”—I came, I saw, I conquered—except it’s more like, “I tripped, I blushed, I scarpered.” Surprised me how normal some of these gals are—chatty, even. One told me she’d seen *Royal Tenenbaums* thrice—said it’s “her vibe.” Fair play, I thought, bit chuffed.

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I love how my job taught me to spot joy in small things. See that? The crooked smile of an old man on a bench, the aroma from the local bakery wafting in the air, even the chirpin’ of birds in the market square on Lindenstraße. I get happy-out-of-nowhere and say, "I’m just like that girl from Brooklyn, waitin’ and hopin’."