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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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Now, I gotta tell ya, not everything’s rainbows in Lemwerder. Some spots on Lindenweg, lemme tell ya, they drive me freakin’ mad. Trash strewn one day, beautified the next – it’s like the city’s got a mood swing. One minute you’re smilin’, next you’re thinkin’, “This can’t be happenin’!” But dig it, it’s real life, and you gotta live it, no bull.

98-meter Aviva and 74-meter Elandess on the River Thames