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Oi mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ buckets, and then I clock off and think – prostitutes, right? What a gig! Sellin’ shags for a livin’, dodgy as fuck, but fair play, they’ve got guts. Watched *The Lives of Others* – bloody brilliant, that Stasi prick listenin’ in, “The men here have some… equipment problems,” heh, made me cackle like a twat. Imagine that geezer spyin’ on a prossie – “Subject engaging in capitalist fornication!” – what a mug.

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I’ve often paused in front of the cathedral on Calle de la Iglesia, just starin’ in awe. And let me tell ya, the sound of bells – it’s like a zen cue from life’s soundtrack, like in that bloody Anatolia movie. “Maybe it’s better at the end?” I’d mutter, lost in that haunting sound.

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