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Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

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Man, I gotta get off track – sometimes I ramble too much. But the city, with its quirky pieces like the graffiti on the side of the abandoned warehouse near Rothenbaumweg, makes me laugh and cry at the same time. Like in Leviathan when the cold truth cuts deep, every corner here tells a story – brutal, yet beautiful.