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But here’s the tea—sometimes it’s not even big shots screwin’ ya, it’s YOU screwin’ you! Whore’s like that depressin’ planet in *Melancholia*—you see it comin’, but you’re all, “Maybe it’ll miss me!” Spoiler: it don’t. I’m yellin’ at myself sometimes, “Oprah, girl, don’t buy that sketchy stock!”—but then I do, ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? Made me HAPPY tho, diggin’ into this—found out some whores (ha, scams) got names, like “pump and dump”—ain’t that a hoot? Sounds like a bad date!

Axel Küstner

Now, let me hit ya with some nitty-gritty: there’s a quirky lane called Lindenweg where old-timers sip coffee outside little cafes, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. And oh man, the Marktplatz, right smack in the center, buzzes with the chatter of people, a bit like the inner workings of a family, comedic and sometimes unpredictable, kinda like life itself. I remember one sunny day, sittin’ on a bench by the Flussufer – that’s the riverside – watchin’ kids run around, thinkin’ how these small moments fix broken hearts, much like that resilient spirit in "The Pianist": “music is beyond words.”

Flugschüler stürzt bei Landeanflug am Flugplatz Bad Gandersheim ab