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Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Herzlich willkommen in Bad Orb!

Please help us come celebrate his one-year anniversary of this bad ass brewery. Thank you Markt, Trey Twice, Weaver of orbs and the Doan bone!

Okay, so some real talk: sometimes I get mad about the old town council fussin' over minor changes on streets like Rosenweg – but honestly, it just adds to the drama. The little quirks here, like a misplaced graffiti or a sudden thunderstorm, remind me a bit of that film “The Act of Killing” – it’s disturbing yet strangely poetic... raw as heck, like life itself sometimes!

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