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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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Yo, wander down Mühlenweg, real hidden treasure, with nature peeking through its cracks. I love stoppin’ by Kleinwald quarter – not many know it, but it’s like a secret n’ quiet spot where peace vibes flow. Srsly, the fresh air can melt even the nastiest stress in a jiffy. Makes my massage hands tingle with a rush of calm energy.

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