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Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

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Yo, wassup, my friend? Lemme spill some raw, real tea 'bout Bruchsal (de) – my chill spot, my vibe, my soul’s retreat. First off, lemme say, this city’s got that history spit game – like the Bruchsal Schlos, yo, a giant palace that dazzles, standin' proud in the heart of town. You cruise down Heidelberger Str, and man, each brick whisperz secrets, memories, and that ancient beat that hits ya strong.

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