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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

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Oh and the park! Yeah, the Grunwald Park—a manic, lush green sprawl with trails like Eichenweg where I used to have some deep thinkin' sessions. Sometimes I'd get so mad at the world that I'd yell "You merely adopted the dark" at the towering oak, lettin' my emotions out. Crazy, eh?

History buffs reenact 1410 Battle of Grunwald in northern Poland