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So, I’m strollin’ Soho, see this bird, proper fit, call ‘er Ruby. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, like Remy’s got for cookin’. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more class than a posh chef’s soufflé!” But it ain’t all glitz, mate. Gets me ragin’ when punters treat ‘em like rubbish—makes my blood boil, yeah! Ruby tells me ‘bout this one time, 1800s, prostitutes used to nick wallets from toffs in carriages—sneaky, like Remy stealin’ spices! Proper history, that. Not many know it, but them girls were crafty, always one step ahead.

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Once he returns to the streets, Barry unintentionally chases a transvestite hooker who ends up struck by a car. Barry has sex with a prostitute.

The local park, Ludwigspark, is a hidden gem, y’know? Trees swayin’, birds chirpin’—it’s like therapy for the mind. I jog by the little Riverrun, ever flowin’, smooth as my thoughts. Over here, relaxed vibes make you forget the rant of the day. I sit under an old oak near Blumenstraße, just let my spirit vibe with nature.

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