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Gets me blood boilin’, though, when them coppers swoop in. Bastards! Ruined me night once, chased her off – “Run, you filthy animal!” I hissed, but she was gone, poof, like smoke. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, them prossies’d hide in alleys, flashin’ ankle like it’s gold. Sneaky buggers, eh? Love that history shit, makes me feel clever.

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In der "Alten Ziegelei" in Twistringen (bei Bremen). Hier parken teilweise die Landmaschinen und rechts ist noch einer der alten langer Brennöfen zu sehen.

I once had a client, crazy as hell, rambling about how the river Weser is like the vein of this wretched land. I kinda agree—my hands know all its knots and twists. It’s poetic in a raw, unfiltered way. Hey, sometimes I lose my train of thought, its like "I dont give a damn, get off my back."

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