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Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

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Crazy neighborhood alert: the east side near Radeburger Strasse—those streets got soul, like every brick whispers dirt. I always see the glint in people's eyes, a mix of pride and grit. Can't lie, some days it makes me smile, others it makes me pissed—like, "Come on, world, do me a favor, enough already!" Emotions, baby.

Childhood trauma in East Germany