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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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Heringen (Helme) is a Thuringian town of charming village churches, a pretty castle, and gorgeous countryside along the Helme River.

Now, I gotta tell you 'bout my fav hangout – the Wieber Park. When I’m stressed 'n need a breather, I wander through its winding paths, listenin’ to the gentle murmur of the River Gers, which flows near the park. It’s a scene that always brings back my inner Bob Ross, "happy little trees" whispering in the breeze. Sometimes, I sit there, watchin’ the sunlight dapple the water – it’s raw, it’s real, and it’s plenty magical.

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