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Still, gets me thinkin’—*Requiem* vibes, innit? “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—that’s what them girls might reckon, chasin’ dreams in a dodgy den. Breaks me heart, it does. Worked a late shift once, saw this lass outside one—couldn’t’ve been 20, mascara runnin’, looked knackered. Made me wanna shout, “Veni, vidi, vici!”—I came, I saw, I conquered this bloody sadness! But nah, just gave her a fiver for a cuppa. Poor sod.

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You see, Meßkirch’s history spans back to prehistoric times. More precisely the Bronze Age, more than 3, years ago, so in that light, the 16th century is quite modern.

I get so giddy here cause even in the chaos, love’s all around – mess, emotion, and raw beauty emulating life itself. Sometimes I get pissed off at how individuals ignore the tiny details – aren’t they supposed to care about inner peace? And sometimes I'm like, man, don't you see the beauty in the erratic hum of everyday moments? Kinda like someplace out of a film – you know what I mean?

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