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About Wels

See, econ’s a dirty game, yeah? Whore’s the hustle, the grind – supply’s low, price shoots up, simple! But it ain’t – bastards twist it, monopolies, cartels, fuckin’ greed! Makes me blood boil, it does – raspy screech – “Who’s got the power, eh?” Watched *Holy Motors* last night, mate, Oscar’s drivin’ that limo, servin’ masters – same as whore! Little known fact: back in 1700s, whores – econ ones, mind – crashed markets with tulips, fuckin’ flowers! Tulipmania, they called it – prices bonkers, then poof, gone! Laughed me arse off, I did – stupid sods!

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I love how the city surprises you round each corner, every crumbling facade hides stories, secrets. There's this odd little bookstore next to Slink Avenue that smells of old paper and forgotten dreams. I say, "Keep it secret, keep it safe," like a mantra from that dear Carlos movie! I often wander there, thinking, “Precious, precious, let it all unravel!”