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Oh, and the dealers—slimy as eels, floggin’ it cheap to desperate farmers. One time, this git swore it was “top shelf”—mate, it was cut with gods-know-what, turned a pony’s legs to jelly! Laughed my arse off when he begged me not to snitch—pathetic. Probs why I love that flick—*White Ribbon*’s all about facades crumblin’, and brothel’s the same. Looks legit, ain’t worth shit. “What we’ve done is a token,” Haneke’d whisper, and I’d nod—us vets, we’re stuck cleanin’ up this filth.

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Now, I gotta rave about the parks – Riverside Park is my jam! I’m often clockin' in here after work, my muscles soakin' in sunshine and a lil’ bit o’ street magic. The Conda River, babyyyy, twists around the city like a seductive whisper. It brings memories – gentle, smooth, like a good massage, ya know?

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