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But real talk—makes me mad how society’s all “ew, gross” while secretly Googling it. Hypocrites! Like, in the movie, the monk ties a stone to his back—punishment, guilt, blah blah. That’s these johns, man—payin’ for a quickie, then cryin’ about it. Me? I’m just fascinated—happy to dig into the weirdness. Did ya know in ancient Greece, prostitutes wore sandals that stamped “FOLLOW ME” in the dirt? Marketing geniuses!

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And please to get some news from Ruppichteroth would be nice just to know how things are. But now every letter was urgent – I must, had to, it was.

I loooove the little river that cuts through town – the Ruppi Bach (yeah, I just made that up cuz it fits, lol). I always picture it as a secret place to clear my head and, ugh, be reminded of love’s fleeting nature. Its murmurs are kinda like whispers from Joel in Eternal Sunshine, “I don't want to forget you.” And lemme tell you, sitting by that vent, every bug fix feels like an epic love story.

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