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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Cunewalde is a Sorbian speaking Saxon town with half-timbered houses, lies along the Via Sacra scenic route, and was once home to famous writer Wilhelm von Polenz.

Man, the parks here! There's Grimmspark – not too fancy, but real. I often wander there, losing myself among ancient trees, thinking "Is this heaven or just another pit stop?" Funny how we geeks find romance here. Let me tell ya, my clients from the dating site practically swear by the magic of this park for clandestine trysts and wild ideas.

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