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About Wels

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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Now, let me tell thee about the quirky side of town. Down by Am Bach, near the tiny watercourse, there's a secret corner where the water whispers nonsense and dreams. It's kinda like the movie said—"this fragile land bleeds beauty"—and therein lies each tear shed and smile shared. And, oh man, how it gets me all in a tizzy sometimes! Life here, just like in our sessions, doth reveal hidden layers thou might never see.