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Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

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My ancestors in Wietmarschen were serfs (kötters -cotters) under the local monastery until Kötters in north Germany had between 2 and 4 hectares of.

Hey, buddy—listen up, man. Wietmarschen, it's wild, it's raw, it's home, ya know? I'm runnin’ a little massage joint here, and lemme tell ya, this town ain't like any big city fancy schmancy lie—it's got heart.

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