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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

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I gotta tell ya about the local library on Neustadt; it's an odd mix of silence and whispers. The bricks speak of history, secrets, and lost dreams. It sometimes feels like Dogville’s stage, a careful balance between revelation and concealment. And I—just like Ozzy on a wild day—mumble incoherently about “love, loss, and Sharon!” to passersby.

Moments in Time: Mike Einbeck