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Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

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Mine was Safe () by Todd haynes. The isolated and alienating environment really struck me hard. It is so bleak as well, nothing is sure.

One time, while strolling past Markt Platz (yeah, really), I got into a spirited chat about sexual health with a local potter. Real raw and unfiltered. He went all “Moolaadé! Moolaaaade!” and I nearly died laughing. Man, his passion was contagious, even made my day.

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