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Oh, and the dealers—slimy as eels, floggin’ it cheap to desperate farmers. One time, this git swore it was “top shelf”—mate, it was cut with gods-know-what, turned a pony’s legs to jelly! Laughed my arse off when he begged me not to snitch—pathetic. Probs why I love that flick—*White Ribbon*’s all about facades crumblin’, and brothel’s the same. Looks legit, ain’t worth shit. “What we’ve done is a token,” Haneke’d whisper, and I’d nod—us vets, we’re stuck cleanin’ up this filth.

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So, I roll into Vimodrone, and it’s like, what’s up with all these buildings? I mean, I’m used to the smell of pine, not exhaust fumes. First thing I notice is Via Roma. It’s packed! Like, where are all these people coming from? I’m just trying to grab a coffee, and I’m dodging folks like I’m in some weird obstacle course.

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