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Oh, and the coppers—sneaky bastards! They’ll nick ya just for lookin’. Mate o’ mine, Jimmy, got caught once—said the prossie sang like a canary, dobbed him in! We hates it! Funny though, picturin’ him leggin’ it, trousers round his ankles. Dirty sod.

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I’m a family psychologist, so I see things others miss. I see struggles in the laughter of kids in the playground at Volkspark, the quiet despair of empty seats at the local diner, and the resilience of folks hustlin’ on bleak winter mornings. It’s like every face has a story. And as Shame said, “I’m never really alone in this awful crowd.” Yeah, man, that hits home.

"Da steht eine Kuh auf dem Dach"