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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Anyway, I gotta note: not all spots are perfect. Some streets, like near Industrieweg, are noisy and crunk. One time, I nearly lost my chilled-out groove cuz of a honking circus. But hey – life’s full of ups and downs, tart and sweet, like the films I dig. Like Uncle Boonmee, man, memories float, they scatter – it's all messy and beautiful.

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