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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, “whore” – tricky word, huh? Makes me think of shady streets, broken hearts, and – mmm… donuts – wait, no, focus, Homer! I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ this chick from “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” y’know? Like, Clementine, wild hair, screwin’ with Joel’s head. “I’m not a concept, Joel!” she’d yell. Whore’s kinda like that – messy, real, in yer face.

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Then there’s Bahnhofstraße, yes, busy and noisy, with the clatter of trains mixing with family laughter and heart-breaking goodbyes at the station. I often find myself stuck there, thinking of life's tangled mess, and sometimes I chuckle “A separation... we must let them go” as if reciting from my fave movie.

“If You are an Investor, Invest in Women,” — Rafaela Frankenthal