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Little fact fer ya—didja know Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup? Glowin’ skin, deadly as fuck! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—poisoned johns droppin’ like flies! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky-like. X posts, coded words—“roses” fer cash, “fun” fer fuckin’. We swears, ya gotta decode it! Pissed me off once, got catfished—some bloke pretendin’! Nearly smashed me phone, I did!

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Ahoy friend, thou art welcome to Vechelde (de)! Lemme spin thee a tale like no other, for this quaint town has captured mine heart in endless wonder. Picture this: yonder Hauptstraße— bustling, vibrant, and lined with charming murals and little shops selling wares both ancient and new. I swear, as I stroll past "Zum Lächeln" cafe—aye, my go-to tearful respite—I cry out, “Why so serious?” like in yon Dark Knight film, for the magic here is as unpredictable as Gotham’s chaotic heart!