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But here’s the kicker – I’m countin’ coins, right, and this bloke calls his ex a “whore” loud as thunder. I’m like, “Oi, YOU SHALL NOT PASS with that attitude!” Makes me happy to shut that down, protectin’ the vibe. Reminds me of the movie again – “Love comes in waves,” it says. “Whore” don’t mean no love, just cold labels, and that pisses me off! People forget the human bit, the story behind it. Maybe she’s just tryna live, y’know?

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Then, oh my god, the Rue du Marché is pure gold. You'll catch me rambling there sometimes—totally off the cuff. The street smells, the chatter, the smell of fresh bread and, err, old history. It's a real mashup of passion and routine. Sometimes, I get pissed at how frigid some locals can be—they ain't got no warmth, like a winter's frost. But hey, I choose violence... metaphoric, of course.

Thursday evening: Mugging on Ettelbruck bus