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But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

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Flöha is a fine town in the Ore Mountains with awesome walking and biking trails, nice sightseeing, and beautiful scenery around the river of the same name.

Some days I'm mad, some days happy. There’s that irony—counseling women who came here to be heard, but instead, I get caught up in the city's secrets. I’d say it's like David Fincher’s vibe: chaotic, shadowy, not exactly warm. "I choose violence." That line, it fits when the city’s absurd.