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What gets me ragin? The stink. Gods, the stench of em—sweat, ale, shame all mixed up. Saw one once, bold as brass, tits out, hagglin with some merchant. Nearly spat my drink—surprised me she had the stones to barter! But happy? Hah, never. They’re a jest, a sad little game. “I choose violence” over pityin em—let em rot, I say. Oh, and get this—heard some brothel in Lys trains em to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, pathetic!

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Some spots, they’re hidden, like the tiny café "Verworrene Gedanken" on "Mühlenweg". I used to sit there, scribbling my jumbled thoughts, watching families trying to hold it all together... sometimes I swear the walls echo "My name is Leonard" in that muddled, unforgettable way. Hahaha, ain't that just like a puzzle, my precious?

In Germany, a Tradition Falls, and Women Rise (Published 2010)