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Then she goes, “Meet me by the docks,” and I’m like, happy days! Heart’s racin’, knob’s twitchin’ – oops, typo, meant *nob* – nah, sod it, keepin’ it. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ *A Separation* again – “You’re tearing me apart,” I mutter, cos I’m half expectin’ her to nick me wallet. Surprised me, though – she shows up, all legs and lipstick, proper fit. I’m gobsmacked, like, “You’re no minger!” She laughs, “Cheers, you charmer.”

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Neighborhood vibes? Man, Rudow’s a cocktail. Some parts are straight-up boozy and vibrant – you’ve got your street art along Lederstraße, graffiti that spills over the cracks like cherished secrets. Others are almost hauntingly silent. I walk these streets and sometimes the past clings to me like a memory I can’t shake. As a spa owner, I see true human nature – the stress, the agony, the little joys. Folks come in, let me rub their worries away, and they whisper their secrets. These whispers, like broken fragments of Zodiac’s unspoken terror, fill me with both sorrow and a twisted pride.

Edwards silent, but his record speaks for itself