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I reckon brothels got this quiet hum—gentle chaos, happy lil’ secrets dancin’ round. Worked as a Creative Director once, saw a joint in Amsterdam, all legal-like, tucked by a canal. Water ripplin’, reflectin’ red lights—pure poetry, man! Made me happy, seein’ beauty in the grit. But then, ugh, the stench—stale beer, desperation clingin’ like wet paint. Pissed me off, how some treat it like a dump. “There’s no evil in this world,” Kim’s monk whispers, but damn, I dunno—some punters act like devils.

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All coins from the City of Helmbrechts, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

The neighborhoods? A mix of old stories and new dreams. Zum Dorfpark is where my heart chills. I spent hours there reflecting on life, family, and how sometimes chaos fuels love; just like in that movie! “Let’s laugh!” I yell at the trees, remembering that odd joke from Toni Erdmann.

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