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Now, *Children of Men*—fuckin’ love that flick. “The world’s gone to shit, Kee’s preggo, hope’s bleedin’ out.” Whore in that world? She’d be a survivor, mate. Slingin’ ass in a dystopia, dodgin’ bombs, tradin’ sex for a crust of bread. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—she’d say that to those posh Fishes rebels, all high and mighty. She’d outlast ‘em all, tho—grit over ideals. Makes me happy, that—tough bitches always win.

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Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.