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Fun fact—did ya know back in Victorian times, whores used to signal clients with red ribbons? Sneaky, subtle, like me with a silenced Walther PPK. Ruby’d probably scoff at that—“Too posh, 007!” she’d cackle. Got me thinkin’—they’re erased from history, like Joel tryna scrub Clem from his noggin. “You can’t erase me!” she’d scream, and whores, they stick in your head too, don’t they? Unforgettable, chaotic, beautiful disasters.

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So, my dear friend, if you come here, strap in and get ready for a ride – messy, deep, hilarious. Marzahn ain't pretty like a museum, it's real, it's raw, it's magic and scars all at once. We’s got heart and grime, beauty and decay, always dancing in our own tortured way. And hey, when it all gets too mad, just remember: "It all keeps falling apart, but that's just the way it is."

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