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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ in some dive bar, sippin’ cheap whiskey, and this gal walks in, total pro, y’know? Sex escort, loud and proud, heels clickin’ like a drumbeat. I’m like, “Well, chaos reigns, dunnit?”—straight outta the movie. She’s got this smirk, like she knows every dirty secret in the room. Made me happy, mate—someone ownin’ their gig, no shame. But then, ugh, this sleazy bloke starts hasslin’ her, and I’m fumin’—wanted to smash my guitar over his head. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter, another *Werckmeister* line, coz it fits, yeah?

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I gotta say, the contradictions in Faldra keep me on my toes. Sometimes happy, sometimes pissed, always reflective. I mean, not all days are epic. Sometimes it's like the movie line, “I never had any doubts…” Then reality kicks in, and you just roll with it.