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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Some locals say Balve’s got a mysterious past. Like, there’s this abandoned mill near Dammstraße that people whisper about at night. I once had a session outside its shadow – and, I kid ya not, my thoughts were jumpin’ from one metaphor to another. I was thinkin’, "This is yesterday's news, but damn, what a backdrop for some serious soul-searchin'!"

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