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But then—oh, the stench o’ desperation—we shall fight the grime, the gloom! Some punters leer like dogs, and I’m ready to lamp em one. Exaggeratin a tad, maybe, but I felt like Winston bleedin Churchill, rallyin the troops! “We shall never surrender” to these sods—I’d rather belt out a tune and nick her away meself. Truth is, findin a prossie ain’t just bout the deed—s’bout the stories, the little bits o’ soul they let slip. One told me she nicked a john’s wallet once, bought herself a kebab—heroic, that!

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The neighborhood by Stadtgarten, ohhh, it's magical and rough. People here, my dear... chatter wild, err err... funny, like skating on holy movies! "Holy Motors," my precious, those words in the night, echoing like, "Cease thy nagging, embrace life's little surprises!" The vibe changes like a shifting film reel, yes!

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