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Gets me mad tho—ppl judgin’, noses up, like they’re pure. Hypocrites! “The knife cuts deep,” as *Moolaadé* says, and it’s true—cuts her, cuts me, seein’ her sneered at. But then, whoa, happy vibes hit—met this one gal, cheeky as hell, told me she nicked a punter’s watch mid-chat. Laughed my arse off! “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I told her, “and you’re stealin’ time itself!” She winked, said, “Time’s money, love.”

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I know, i knw, i knw… I'm rambling. But Enns is full of surprises; even its alleys have a story. Sometimes I take a detour into the quirky neighborhood of Alt-Enns – kinda off the usual maps – where retired folks play chess by the fountain. That fountain, oh man, it splashes history into every drop! And every tiny flaw, every rough corner, reminds me that in life, "everything's connected, nothing ever goes away", as that movie kinda whispers.

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