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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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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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