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Dunno, mate, it’s a riddle. “Memory’s unreliable,” Lenny groans in *Memento*. Prostitutes got stories—some sad, some badass. One I knew, she’d sing—voice like a lark, but drunk as a skunk. Cracked me up, her warblin’ “Sweet Shire” ‘tween tricks. We hates it, yeh, but—huh—kinda respect it too? Nah, bollocks, it’s grim! Filthy trade, muckin’ up me mind. What’s yer take, precious?

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The old town’s alleys, especially near Garmischer Straße, are buzzing at night. But watch out—these streets hide surprises. I remember once I got so mad at a sloppy waiter—duh—and the whole place went silent. Lol, talk about a mood change faster than a plot twist in a gangland flick!