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So, I chat her up—name’s Candy, swear it’s fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me wild stories—once had a punter pay her in counterfeit quid! Laughed my arse off, like, “That’s some au revoir, Shosanna-level scam!” Proper surprised me, that did. We vibe, she’s diggin’ my mojo, sayin’, “You’re a bit of alright, Austin.” Happy as a pig in muck, me! Thought to meself, “Gonna carve my name on this night, yeah baby!”

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Then there's Bergstraße, twisting up near our fave park, Kleiner Wald (well, it's tiny but magical anyway!). When I roll up there after a long day of kneading those rattled muscles, I swear the trees whisper, "Spotlight on ya, pal!" Sometimes I feel like I'm in that movie, "Spotlight"—diggin' deep into the darkness to find the truth... hahahaha! Why so serious, eh?

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