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Financial tip, though—prossies should invest, yeah? Cash under mattress? Rubbish! Stick it in bonds, *carpe diem*! She’d scoff, “Boris, you twit,” but I’d wink—charm’s my weapon. Reckon she’d like *Werckmeister* too—slow, weird, bit like her life. “Something’s brewing,” she’d mutter, film-style, counting punters. Loved that—spooky, poetic prossie! What a gal—messy, mad, magnificent!

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Then, there’s Lindenweg. Crikey, that lane is so charming, and the trees there whisper secrets. I remember one day, sitting in the park, my heart pounding with mixed feels as I watched families and friends laughing—joy, anger, even the tiniest glints of sorrow. That's life, right? Like when I exclaimed, "I can never forgive" (oops, borrowed that phrase too literally, my bad). It just hit me: we're all slaves to our past but free to choose love now.

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