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Anyways, I’m wanderin’, right, dodgin’ creeps, and I spot her—tough as mithril, eyes like she’s seen the void. “The horse plods on,” like in the flick, y’know? She’s got that same stubborn spark. I’m all, “Oi, love, you good?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “Gandalf, mate, I’ve outlived worse wizards.” Surprised me, that! Cheeky sod. Made me grin, tho—rare as a sober hobbit.

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I made mad connections here. Remember that night near Weserstraße? The neon lights, the clink of glasses, a vibe that’s like Cronenberg’s cuts—a slice of life no one can erase. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m whack, but always real. Dudes and dudettes rush in, like “YOLO,” all over the place.

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