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We’re headin’ to some dump motel – smells like despair and cheap whiskey. I’m quotin’ Zero Dark Thirty in my head – “You can’t run from this, sweetheart.” She’s talkin’ bout her “rules” – no kissin’, no weird stuff. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here to propose.” She laughs, but it’s fake – everybody lies, even their giggles. Makes me mad – hate phonies. Still, she’s got this vibe, kinda hot, like danger wrapped in a miniskirt.

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Drums for Berivan! As a christmas-band, there's not much to do for us at this time of the year, but we have a heavenly-high recommendation.

Motherf***er, listen up! Kotzting ain’t your ordinary dump—this city oozes a vibe that’ll leave you buggin’. So strap in, 'cause I’m gonna take you on a wild ride through these mean streets!

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