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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

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I reckon Hachenburg's a place of hidden tales – see, as a pleasure coach, I learn a lot from these hidden nooks; the offbeat corners, secret hangouts – they whisper stories of joy and sorrow, like pages ripped from a diary, innit? I even once sat on a crumbling sandstone wall by the river – spilt my tea all over me, laughin’ and cryin’ at the same time! A moment so raw, so deeeep, it was like a scene right outta "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly."

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