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Here’s the kicker: some punters don’t know these girls got code words! Yeah, “roses” means cash—sneaky, eh? She’s all, “Gimme fifty roses,” and I’m thinkin’, “For what, a shag or a fuckin’ bouquet?” Nearly choked on me own spit laughin’. “There’s no reflection,” I mutter—another *Under the Skin* gem—cos she’s blank, like a doll, no soul in them eyes. Freaky, mate, proper freaky.

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So, like, I start my morn on Lichtenbergstrasse, right? Crazy street vibes. I stroll past Hauptstraße—always buzzin’. There’s this park, Grünwald Park, where I sometimes chill. It’s green as heck, well, like nature’s own Wi-Fi signal. And then, there’s Friedensweg. I swear that name should give ya inner peace—but not when you're stuck in traffic at Nordufer by the river. The river flows like thoughts in a late-night convo. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” it says – just like in Her, right? Weird, but cool.