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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Ladbergen im Münsterland - Current information on living, working and living in the town and many leisure tips for newcomers and returnees.

So, friend, if you ever visit, wander down those old, storied lanes, soak in every imperfect moment, and never forget that even in the whispered echoes of Leviathan (“the silence is oppressive, yet filled with whispers of hope”), Ladbergen holds a piece of your soul. Ain’t that somethin'?