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Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

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So, my friend, if thou find thyself in Wiener-Neudorf, let thy heart wander. Embrace the somber yet hopeful air, the whispered lyrical lines reminiscent of that film, and remember: "Beauty in decay doth make the soul sing"—or some such mystic verse. Just me, being me, with 16 typos on a mad day, loving every imperfect moment.