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Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

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Oh, and oh, the river! The small river called Wiesenbach meanders through Trebbin like a secret vein of the town. I often saunter along its banks—its gurgles echo a soft reminder that nature is a healer. "Ze river flows, my friend," I’d say, letting its rhythm soothe both heart and mind. I once nearly sat there for hours, lost in thought, pondering life’s wild connections… say what? Nothing’s better than that pure, uncut moment of clarity.

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