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Me fave bit? The chaos, yesss—girls shoutin’, blokes stumblin’, bottles crashin’. Like a mad dance, but no joy, not like Amélie’s streets. Gets me sad, precious, seein’ ‘em trapped there, sellin’ smiles. Hiss! But some, they’s tough—heard one lass kicked a drunk out, broom and all! Laughed me head off, I did—good riddance, filthy pig!

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Man, I recall one crazy night on Lindenweg. Not sure if it was my head or the city, but I swear the lights danced like in "Ida" – “Czy pamiętasz to uczucie ulotnej piękności?” – the way I felt was beyond words, so surreal. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a tale. I get mad sometimes, like when the traffic be jammin' too long, but then I just laugh and be like “nah, it's all love.”

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