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D’oh! Whore, man, what a wild topic! Mmm… donuts. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout that movie, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” ya know? It’s trippy, like whore’s vibe, all mysterious and deep. Whore’s got this crazy history, dude! Did ya know in ancient times, some cultures saw whore as sacred? Like, religious figures, not just, ya know, what we think now. Surprised me so much, I nearly choked on a donut!

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Alright, listen up, ya little turds. Blankenburg (de) is freakin’ wild, I tell ya, and lemme break it down quick. This town is a mix of old school charm and my own dating site nerd vibes. Yo, the streets here are legit. You got Goethestraße twistin’ around with cool cafes and that funky vibe that really makes you go “Respect my authoritah!” Like seriously, even old man Müller on Bahnhofstraße grumbles like he’s in an Inside Llewyn Davis scene: “I got the blues.” Yeah, damn near the whole town’s got that rugged magic.

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