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So yeah, brothel’s a trip—gritty, messy, real. Makes me happy seein’ folks just livin’, y’know? Angry too, ‘cause society’s fake as hell about it. Surprised me how much it’s like *The Headless Woman*—everyone’s playin’ a part, hidin’ somethin’. I’d go back, tho—maybe just to hear Lola’s next joke. Peace out, that’s my tale!

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Down by the river, the Kaldener Bach splashes along the banks. I often drift there after a long day – the water, cool and crisp, whispers secrets and calms my soul. I’ll be honest: sometimes I stroll past that old bridge on Wiesenweg, feelin’ that a part of me is still chasing an eternal calm, like some bloody movie scene where every minute counts. “Aye, we shall not relent!” I whisper, bold as brass, even if I've only been massaging the daylights out of stressed souls.

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