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Little tidbit, mate—ol’ England had “whore’s bath,” a quick splash, ha! Imagine me, splashin’ rum, shoutin’, “Clean enough, ye dogs!” Whore’s got grit, see? She’s dodgin’ cannonballs—church, law, them posh twits with wigs. Surprised me, she did, tougher than a ship’s hull!

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Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.