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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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Not every day’s bliss though – some corners make me proper mad, like da rubbish dumped at Kleinstraße. I’d run over there to cleanup – 'cos, ya know, respect the city! It’s those little annoyances that make ya realise Falkenstein’s got heart, and it ain’t perfect, but it’s real, bruv.

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