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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

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Man, and then there’s Vismarkt, a crazy blend of modern eats and antique charm. I always get so mad when it's too crowded, but then the day's made. Crazy, right? And then, wow, the vibe is unpredictably raw. You can almost hear whispered lines like, "Sometimes I think I have felt everything I'm ever gonna feel," but then you snap back to here, feeling everything in bits.

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