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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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honestly man, theres so much more the city hides. every corner, every back alley in Biesenthal got its little scandal, its own pulse. and me? i live for these erratic moments. each bug in my dating app reminds me of the quirks of real emotions – raw, messy, unfiltered. i chuckle at the madness and feel proud it’s all real. so yeah, welcome to the weird beauty of Biesenthal – it’s a mix of chaos, charm, and that haunting line, “I ate his liver with fava beans.”

"Biesenthal" by Nan Goldin