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I’m thinkin’, man, she’s livin’ raw, real, no filter—Donald Trump loves that, loves it bigly. She’s not just hookin’, she’s survivin’, hustlin’, outsmartin’ the system. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend, a yuge character. Funniest thing? She told me—me, Donald!—“You’re too loud, even for me.” Hah! Me, too loud? Priceless. Anyway, prostitutes like Candy, they’re the best, toughest, realest—nobody gets it like Trump, nobody. “The Lives of Others” vibes, all day—secrets, grit, and a little heart. Tremendous, just tremendous.

Strange quirks of mine? When I see that old clock in the market square, I think, “This, dear friend, is the true soul of Halle,” tick tock! Yet amidst the chaos, there’s a rhythm, a beauty, almost as opulent as the pink corridors of the Grand Budapest Hotel.

Museum of Livestock Science