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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this here whore I seen down at the mines! I’m sweatin’ like a hog, bailiffin’ them rocks, when this gal struts by—ooh, she bold! Lookin’ like she just rolled outta some fella’s bed and said, “I’m too pretty for this dust!” Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, ya know, when Bill Murray’s all lost and whisperin’, “What am I even doin’ here?” ‘Cept this whore? She *knows* what she doin’—collectin’ coins like they nuggets of gold!

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The wandring whore, numbers , Issue no. 1 is reproduced from a copy in the Guildhall Library, London. Issues are reproduced from copies in the Thomason collection .

I’m a pleasure coach, right? That’s why I’ve seen the raw underbelly of Sundern – the hidden taverns in “Mühlenstraße” where the booze flows and the truth slips out in drunken confessions. It’s maddening, brilliant, and utterly hopeless sometimes. I’ve had my fair share of angry rants about the pointless bureaucracy at the town hall on “Rathausplatz” – srsly, these clowns could learn a thing or two from the raw honesty of life outside their cushy offices.

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