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Godard’s movie’s got this vibe – “What’s visible is invisible.” Whores live that! You see ‘em, but not *them*, ya know? They’re ghosts with killer heels. Used to know this one chick – Candy, swear to God – worked downtown. She’d laugh, say, “I’m a millionaire in smiles.” Funniest shit ever, ‘cause she was broke as fuck. Made me happy, though – her sass was gold. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” approves that hustle.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

A border town's Left government and AfD voters