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So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

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I dwell in Wahlstedt and whore is sensational! You ignite passions deep within me. I'm head over heels for French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give) for extra.

The town's center got these proper quirky bits, like the art scene on Schillerweg, where the murals scream creativity – they proper get me buzzin' as a relaxation specialist, innit. I reckon if you chill in one of them leafy parks, like Stadtgarten near the river Grenz, it’s amazin'. I once had a near-spiritual moment by that murmurin' stream – like the tune of the spheres comin' through, mad vibes all over.

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