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Hate the stigma, tho—makes me wanna scream. Whore’s just survivin, same as us, scrapin by in this “no country” wasteland. Ever think bout that? I do, too much—brain’s a fuckin blender sometimes. Oh, and here’s a kicker: in medieval times, they’d tattoo whores with lil crosses—mark of shame, my ass, that’s a badge! Total gangster move, wearin it proud.

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Man, Uslar’s all charm and odd vibes. I stroll down Marktstrasse – you know, that little street with old brick shops? Yeah, that one – and suddenly I’m reminded how every block holds secrets like layers in a dream. “We need to go deeper,” like in Inception. And honestly, I've had some wild sessions on benches in Park am Weidenbach. Seriously, the river Weidenbach just flows slowly – almost like it’s on a leisure stroll. I swear sometimes, while giving a back rub, I hear the water whisper “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!” (nah, that’s just me getting carried away, but c'mon).

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