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Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

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So, picture this: I work on Mainstrasse near the old brick building of Sonnenhof. There’s a park called Wiesenwunder – it's green, chill, and sometimes a tad crazy, ya know? I luvety luv the vibe there, even if the ducks sometimes outsmart me. And oh! Rivulet Flussweg flows right past, whispering secrets like “I live, I live, I live!” imitating that wild road, as if stealin’ speed from the desert.

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