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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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Oh gosh, lemme tell ya about Zwickau, babe. This city’s like a secret lover with a wild heartbeat, ya know? I’ve been here quite a while—years, if ya can believe it—and every damn street has its own little story. Stroll down Hauptstraße and you’ll see the old brick facades whispering secrets. I always stop by the Rathausplatz—man, it's magical, like a scene ripped straight outta "The Gleaners and I" ("La beauté de l’ordinaire", as Agnès Varda might say, if she were here with us now).

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