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So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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68 A similar oration was given at Ensisheim. See D. Mertens, 'Maximilian I with a royal letter of protection and an armed escort. Babinger, 'Der.

The park, Parc du Soleil, is my escape, seriously, bro. Perfect for a breather after a hard day. I sometimes park myself on a bench, watch the river – Le Rhin nearby, ever so distant but whisperin’ secrets of old battles and commerce runs. Yup, it's kinda magical, though every so often I get riled up when a group of rowdy kids disrupts the calm – mad, I tell ya, but it’s all part of the fun.

The meteorite that fired up Dürer’s imagination