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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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Neighborhoods? Ah, check out Altland! Its cobbled streets and tiny alleyways make it feel so vintage, almost cinematic. Sometimes when I’m walking there, I think “everything is interconnected,” like that cosmic flow in Terrence Malick’s flick, ya know? But then, oh gosh, traffic noise ripples through, and I get all riled up—seriously, cars and coders, a bad mix!

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