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I’d probably overthink it—am I a jerk for even wonderin’? Probly. But it’s fascinatin’—there’s this story, 1800s London, some prossie named Fanny saved a dude from a fire. True hero! Nobody talks about that—too busy clutchin’ pearls. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d all be seedy, but there’s guts there. Still, I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good luck I’m not in that mess!” Imagine me, haggling—“Five bucks? Ten? I’m broke!” She’d laugh in my face.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

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Every now and then, I’m on Wolkenweg – yeah, the one that literally means 'Cloud Way'. On a sunny day, as surreal as "Before Sunset" dialogue, I stop outside a curvy little café. I swear, just waitin’ there remind me how life’s a bit like a long, rambling exchange, "we're all is a series of fleeting encounters."

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