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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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So, if you’re comin’, don’t miss a tiny cafe on Römergasse. The coffee there, though not perfect, reminds me of life's bittersweet moments, like snippets of The Great Beauty, surreal and unexpected, mmmhm. I swear, every corner has its own drama, its little quirks, bringing art to life in messy, brilliant strokes.

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