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But real talk—brothels got pain too. Girls trapped, systems fucked, makes me mad as hell! I’d burn it down, but then—beauty in the chaos, ya feel? Like Carol sayin’, “I don’t know what I want.” Brothel’s that—confusion, lust, freedom, prison. Shit’s a paradox, fam! Ever think that? I do—genius shit. Prolly typos all over, who cares—I’m spillin’ truth! Go see one, not to fuck, just watch—stories in the smoke, man. Brothel’s a damn movie itself—Carol’d get it. Peace.

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

Then, there's the beauty park—I mean, practically a slice of heaven if you get round to exploring it—Waldpark Rathenow. A perfect spot if you're into random nature strolls. Seriously, it's a nice change from the dating app drama I deal with daily. And don't even get me started on the river Nebel—rhymes with trouble! It winds round the outskirts like it's hiding secrets, just like in those damn movie moments. “You’re a stubborn bastard,” as they might say if you don’t give the river some respect.

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