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What pisses me off? The fakers, the posers! Some creep sidles up, “I got what ye want,” and it’s a bloody scam! “You shall not pass!” I roar, shovin’ him off – waste o’ my damn time! Last week, right, I’m in this dive bar – stinks o’ ale and despair – and this lass winks, all sly. “What’s yer name, wizard?” she says. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, “This is it, Gandalf, ye legend!” Turns out she’s a pickpocket – nicked me pouch! Laughed my arse off later, tho – fair play, she earned it.

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Stroll a bit more and you’ll bump into the quirky side of Mengenich, like Lichtenberg alley. Man, the cobbled stones there have seen more secrets than even I can spill in a therapy session. I once met a poet there on a chilly dusk. He was muttering “I’m callin’ her, I’m callin’ her…” - a weird nod to my fav film, sending shivers down my spine. I mean, c’mon, if art speaks, you gotta listen!