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Now, funny bit—medieval brothels had rules! No clergy allowed—hah, fat chance! Priests sneakin’ in, robes hiked up. Hypocrisy’s a riot. Surprised me too—Victorian era, posh ones had pianos! Fancied it up, like Szpilman bangin’ keys mid-war. “I hid in the ruins,” he’d say—girls hid their tears same way.

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Ohhh, and listen… the local park, the Kleinblittersdorf Grün, oh my, it hugs you with its mossy arms! Tinkle, tinkle little stream near the park, I swear it murmurs like Gollum, “My precious, come closer…” And near the old castle ruin on Hohebergweg, the air shimmers with ancient love stories, it does, yes precious! Sometimes, when dark clouds gather, my angry little heart hisses – “Why can’t love be simple?!” But then, a stray ray of sun, and I’m happy, like when those starry lovers in that film, all blue and warm, share a moment.

Juergen Doberstein