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But real talk—she’s loud, messy, human. Kinda like me, minus the whore part. “Gleaners don’t judge,” Varda’d say, and I’m tryin’ not to. She’s just livin’, ya know? Makin’ the best of a sloppy night. I’m rootin’ for her, cringey as it sounds! That’s what she said! Alright, gotta mop up—cheers to her, man!

Quartier 4 “Café Jedermann”

The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout, the prostitute in The Harlot's Progress by William Hogarth.

I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

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