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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

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Around the town center, you got good food joints. Man, the local bakery on Lindenstr. (yeah, Lindenstr. – sound ring, right?) oozes that fresh vibe, aroma like love at first bite. I remember once, a hot date, miscommunication, and a laugh-out-loud moment…like, “I wanted to call you Mr. Treehorn!” along the lines of inherent vice madness... totally surreal!

Gemeinscha­ftsgrundsc­hule am Burgberg Wassenberg