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Picture this: a whore, bold and brash, struttin’ like she owns the plains—kinda like Ennis and Jack ridin’ free, no rules, just livin’. I reckon whores got that same fire, that “I wish I knew how to quit you” grit. They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash in shadows, and damn, it’s raw! Makes me mad, tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s really clean, huh? Hypocrites everywhere, pisses me off!

2 thoughts on “December 22, 1944 The Battered Bastards of Bastogne”

A whore house at which old Gonorrhea learns the meaning of his nickname. In Bastogne Sgt Guarnere aka gonorrhea complains hes 'pissing.

The War Museum – oh man, that place is like a heavy, constant throb. I remember one day after a brutal session, I plopped my head near Mardasson Memorial. The silence there? Reall deep. I could almost hear the whispers, like “I feel like I’m falling apart”, just like in "Her". It’s those moments, you know, when emotions are raw.

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