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Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

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I remember one super rainy day (yeah, it was messy – rain drippin everywhere), I got mad as heck – "D’oh, this stinks!" – cause all the plans went sideways. But then, after a stroll down Pforzheimerweg, I realized: every puddle's a chance to reflect. My counseling gig taught me that even the worst parks and dreariest corners have somethin’ precious hidden in 'em. Like in "Shame" when chaos meets raw art – total paradox, right? Got it?

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