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So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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Then there's the old city center. Man, the castle ruins – Sinziger Burg – stand tall on the hill. Every corner echoes history. I remember one night, I was chillin’ by the ruins, thinkin’ about life’s messy beauty. The nocturnal glow of the castle lit up the lanes like a scene from a movie. Sometimes I catch myself whisperin’, "I am the daughter of a world that crumbles," and damn, those words hit deep.

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