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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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Sssso, remember, each haunted street tells a secret, each crack in the pavement hides a kiss, and hey – if you wander lost, find your way by listening to the whispers of the past. Yesss, my dear friend, Forchheim's charms ensnare like a lover’s embrace, maddening and true. Go, see it, feel it, and never forget – the struggle and beauty are all part of our existence. Hisssss...

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