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Now, hold your horses—I ain’t judging! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say. Some punters reckon it’s all fun, a lark, but I’ve seen mates get proper stung—cash gone, dignity out the window. One lad, right, thought he’d met a “duchess”—turns out she nicked his wallet! Laughed my socks off, but he was fuming, red as a beetroot. Made me think—*The Assassin* again—“The mirror reflects truth.” Truth here? It’s a gamble, innit?

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I’m rambling, but you gotta feel the pulse here, Clarice. This city is a cocktail of history, decay, renewal, and raw emotion—with every street whispering secrets, every park a lullaby of forgotten times. "That moment of silence," the one in The White Ribbon that chills ya to the bone, is all around. Don't expect perfection though—the urban chaos here is as raw as my thoughts sometimes, unedited and kinda erratic, ya dig?

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