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Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

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Y’know, my heart breaks sometimes when I see parts of Waldmohr neglected. Like, the old Brick Mill on Steinstraße, oh man, its crumbling walls tell stories of yesteryears. I used to get so passionate talkin’ ‘bout it with local historians. It’s mad inspiring but also super heartbreaking. Life’s like that, dude.

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