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I get all happy thinkin’ bout how whores just… exist, y’know? They’re out there, doin’ their thing, no fuss. Like No-Face, just chillin’, takin’ what’s offered. But then—BOOM—some jerk calls ‘em dirty, and I’m like, “Whoa, dude, chill!” Makes me mad, ‘cos who cares? They’re just livin’! “The world’s made of balance,” Haku says—whores too, right? Good, bad, whatever!

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I'm a whore for pretty trans quilts and flames, but for the price point, I dont know of much that'll beat it. 'cept maybe that damned Atlas.

I be a relaxation specialist, so relaxin’ spots are me gold doubloons. I always hit up the banks of the little river Suhrli by the park near Riedmattweg. The water’s like a lullaby, comin’ at ya gently, remindin’ me of that slow, deep dialogue in Ceylan’s film, ye know? Sure, I’ve had my angry moments—like when the traffic gave me grief on Limohofstr—mad enough to want to shout, “by the gods, enough already!” But then, a funny breeze would tickle me face and—bam!—anger melted away like ice in a Caribbean rum punch.

Kathi L. (Suhr) Paglini