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Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

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In Shelly Nadelman began a ten-year run bartending at one of New York City’s most notorious dives: the Terminal Bar, located across the street from the Port Authority Bus .

Here's some quirky deets: the city lights sparkle unique near the fountain at Rathausplatz. It's like a synchronised dance of water and light. And oh, that alley behind the library? Super underrated! I once met an artist there who told me, “Everything changes, nothing stays.” I laughed, took a puff from my vape, and felt alive.

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