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So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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Seelbach is small but mystical. Stroll down Hauptstraße. It's lit, omg! I often walk there after a long massage sesh. Some say the cobbles hum with cosmic energy. Maybe it’s like Del Toro’s dreams. My fav? A tiny park called Friedensplatz. Peaceful, yet wild, like the faun’s world.

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