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So, yeah, I’m creepin in shadows, right? Dodgy alleys, stinks o’ piss n’ chips. Lookin for some lass to shag. Ain’t no roses here, just desperation, innit? “Words kill the invisible,” Godard mumbles. Bloody true! She’s invisible till I cough up cash. Then—bam!—she’s real, tits n’ all.

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Now, here's whut gets me every time – the chill vibe o' that park, Oberdinger Park, where the trees whisper like they’re recitin’ some ancient secret. I sit, relax, let my mind wander – thinkin’ 'bout life, ya know? Sometimes while I’m there, rememberin' scenes from "A Separation"... "The truth is like a shadow, ever present." It's deep, man.

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