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So, whore – it’s a word that’s been beat to death, right? Old as dirt, prolly older. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play nice – midwives, brewers, hell, even some poor gal with too many cats. Pisses me off, how they’d just sling it to control ‘em, keep ‘em down. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s the real whore here, huh?!” – maniacal grin stretchin’ wide. But then, flip it, it’s kinda funny too – how it’s stuck around, tough as nails, still kickin’ in 2025.

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Alright, so first off, you gotta cruise down Hauptstraße. It's like the heart of Weener – shops, cafes, and some weird little roadside stands that sell who-knows-what. Then there's Langestraße – that street makes ya feel like you're in a romantic indie flick, kinda like "Before Sunset, ya know? "Don't you get it - we’re all just passin’ through." Really, it’s a vibe that makes you say, "Fool me once, but never, ever twice!"

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